Well hello there pretties. And hello to AUTUMN! I love you...Autumn that is AND it's Fringe time! So many great things are happening now...but before...oh no, not many great things.
The last time I wrote a post was when I was recovering from surgery. And now it is 8 months later - shit! 8 months... how very slack of me. However, I am happy to report I am no longer in tonsil removal pain and come to think of it, I haven't been 'sick' since having my tonsils out. Fucking great. Well worth it. Maybe. I dunno. Not sure I would recommend it to be honest.
So much has happened...
a) We bought a house.
b) Selma Blair has MS too.
c) I survived 4 or so heatwaves.
d) We got a puppy.
e) Bowie died.
a) Yup. We are home owners (with the bank of course). Not far from the city. Built in the 50s. Wooden floorboards. Double brick. It's small and sweet. Air conditioning in summer costs a fortune, but meh! It's surrounded by some kinda dodgy neighbours. It's bloody great. Love it. No regrets.
b) So what? Well... is it kinda good that MS is getting some attention once again, thanks to a famous person. She currently uses a cane and has trouble with her speech. This has been a reminder for me that I am fucking lucky. I have my 'things' and there are even some things that I do not discuss in my blogs. Some are of a sensitive nature and some I am just not brave enough to share. I have shared with some of you these secret horrors and there are also a few I have told no one - yes, really.
c) Surviving heatwaves is a real motherfucker when you have an intolerance to heat. There are times when you question even existing because there is NOTHING enjoyable a out it. Yes, you read right. I have felt that intensely about this. But I obviously do not act on this...but I start to wonder about the whole 'survival of the fittest'. I don't even understand how I survived. Is that some fucked up thinking or what? Mix this with intense work life and a puppy...and you have a week from hell.
d) The puppy Polly, was then renamed Frida. This is because Polly sounds too similar to Bowie. So Frida it became. She is a cavoodle, supposedly. Mum was a cavoodle, dad a poodle. However, Mum looked more poodle, so really she's a poodle cross at the end of the day. She's gorgeous and HARD FUCKING WORK ALONE. Frida has had visits with Aunty Kathy and Uncle Pete, Aunty Nicola and as I sit here and write this, Aunty Claire and Aunty Alex - I'm hoping they will actually give her back to me tomorrow as I think they are falling in love with her. I did consider re-homing her.
Frida has had me in tears. Daily. Yes, a puppy dog has made me cry, and not from cuteness and happiness (although there has been a bit of this). The NEEDLE teeth though, they hurt and she jumps. I currently have two 20 cent piece bruises on my upper inner thigh from her biting me. This one caused instant tears. The back of my right ankle has in little cuts and scratched all over it, and I have bruises and healing bite marks all around.
M is currently away, so I am trying to manage alone and I have needed help. I am so, so, so very grateful to those of you who have helped me out and shown concern, or listened to me whinge and whine. Thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart.
e) Unfortunately, Bowie is no longer with us. *waterworks* I am devastated and feel sick about it.
During the stupid motherfucking cunt face heatwave, I was trying to keep Bowie inside each day...except on the Tuesday morning, he slipped through. I got a call at lunch that Bowie had entered a neighbour's backyard and was attacked by two dogs. This is all I will say on this matter.
Having Multiple Sclerosis is horrible, especially in summer. The weather in summer runs/ruins my life and also the life of M and all social situations. I HATE it. If I could chase the winters, I would. If I could not work during summer, I would. But I can't do these things. I just need to suck it up - but it sucks so much.
Peace out.
