My week got off to a flying start with me having the most fun anyone can on their own in a spare bedroom. One of the themes for our competitions next season at Camera Club is water so I’ve wracked my brain to come up with something unusual. I decided to try photographing exploding water balloons, so bought myself a cheap kids paddling pool to catch the fall-out and got set up using make-shift gear.
I hadn’t a clue what I was doing and people who do this kind of photography usually have expensive kit which allows the camera to flash at exactly the moment the pin pops the balloon, but I had to make do with my own reflexes and dodgy timing. It took 20 goes, by which time I’d nearly flooded the house, but eventually I got the shots I wanted. It was huge fun but I’m not going to do it again in a hurry 😉
Out of the blue on Monday my best mate asked if I’d like to meet for lunch. She’s been really busy lately plus feeling rubbish, so it was lovely of her to make space for us to have a catch up. I only see her at most twice a month as we live 45 minutes drive apart, so I make lists of stuff to tell her which she finds hilarious. If I don’t write it down though I can’t remember what I did yesterday let alone a fortnight ago. If I had a working memory I’d be truly awesome 😉
After a lovely afternoon with the bestie my week basically turned to shit and I lost 3 days to a brutal ovulation induced migraine, along with associated crushing fatigue and vomiting. On the upside I barely ate for days and consequently lost 2lbs, so silver linings and all that 😉
I knew the migraine was coming when I woke on Wednesday morning. Sometimes they arrive out of the blue, but on the whole I get the classic prodrome phase, ie the 24-48 hours before the pain starts when I realize something’s afoot. This can be a ravenous and insatiable appetite, usually for carbs or sugar. Or boundless, almost manic, energy where I get all sorts of jobs done. Or like this week, an overwhelming heavy, achy fatigue and falling asleep left, right and centre usually accompanied by nausea. The pain started at about 7pm Wednesday night and I didn’t feel normal again until Saturday afternoon. What a waste of my life.
Sometimes I can battle through despite the pain but this migraine was so severe every time I moved my head I felt like someone was battering my brain from the inside, consequently I had to stop in bed. I did contact another 2 solicitors re my PHI case but so far haven’t heard back. I also wrote to the human rights organization Justice, not because they can help me but just to highlight the issue and how some disabled women with PHI policies are being discriminated against so that everyone else can be equal.
In true summer fashion it has piddled down almost none stop for 2 months here in the north of England, but on Saturday we had a dryish day and, feeling half human for the first time all week, I palmed Bertie off with my folks and headed off down to the river. For my upcoming big birthday I’ve treated myself to a new photography hide, which is a folding camping chair with a hood which comes over to form a kind of tent. It’s way cool and there’s plenty of space inside for me to sit and have my tripod and camera in front of me. There was even room for me to squat for a much needed pee and all in broad daylight on a public footpath 😉 I was hoping for a glimpse of the elusive Kingfisher who did arrive then got spooked and buggered off again, so I sat and watched some Sandmartins feeding chicks in their nests on the river bank. It was lovely to be out in the fresh air, even if the second I packed all my gear up and started to head back to the car the heavens opened and I got bloody drenched.
While my Mum has been really ill the past few weeks she hasn’t been able to drink as much, and it’s been lovely. We’ve had actual conversations where she has been lucid and rational and not spent the whole time giggling. However she’s on the mend now and the drinking has started again in earnest, almost like she’s making up for lost time. How anyone can be plastered at 9.30 in the morning is beyond me and by 4pm she’s away with the fairies. I miss her. I try to feel compassion but instead usually just feel sad and still a little bit mad if I’m honest.
95% of the food I eat is organic and freshly prepared, but some days I’m too sick to make anything and have to rely on pre-made stuff from the supermarket. I choose items with as few ingredients as possible and seem to get away with it. This week I discovered Quorn fishless fingers and was gobsmacked at how much they taste like regular fish fingers! It’s actually really nice to eat junk food every now and again, especially when your appetite has vanished and you feel sick to the pit of your stomach. And, yes, that is tomato ketchup on the plate – fuck it, I was feeling sorry for myself and it cheered me up!