This week has been physically tough. My period arrived (I swear I’ll still need sanitary products when I’m dead cos Aunto Flo is showing zero signs of buggering off!) and I am currently on day 7 of a migraine. My knees and elbows are having a pain flare for reasons unknown and I’m still so brain fogged/exhausted I feel like I’m drugged. But other than that I’m good 😉
On Monday I took my Mum through to the city to visit the hearing aid clinic at the Hospital. She wears two hearing aids but they simply won’t stay in her ears and she’s already lost one which dropped out as she went round the supermarket. It turns out she has very narrow ear canals and even the smallest aid is too big, so they’re custom making her ones which sit inside the ear itself instead. As my Mum rarely gets out of the house we made a day of it, having our lunch out and a tootle round Matalan as it’s all on the flat for the wheelchair and has a good sized disabled changing room.
The rest of the week I’ve been trying to organize repairs to my car port, the back of which is made of old wood which has totally disintegrated. All was going fine until we discovered asbestos and then it was on to plan b! When you have M.E. you barely have the energy to get dressed let alone for events to go belly up. So now the job is much more complicated than I expected and will take twice as long – of course it will, because Mr Sod has it in for me.
As I wrote about in this post my Dad and I made a last minute trip to the Hospital in Newcastle on Friday. I was expecting them to finally say his neuropathy was idiopathic (ie no explanation could be found) and to tell him he just has to learn to live with it, however they’ve said that idiopathic neuropathy isn’t usually progressive and severe like my Dad’s so they are still searching for a cause, which is great news but means yet more 180 mile trips to the Hospital for tests and appointments which nearly kills me and takes a week to get over.
Yesterday I found out I’d won two more trophies for my photography in an annual competition which involves all 52 camera clubs across the north of England 🙂 I genuinely wasn’t expecting them so am tickled pink. However, my joy was momentarily marred by the news that a smear campaign has now been started against me by the bullies at my Camera Club who are saying I’m writing shit about my Club on Facebook. It is blatantly untrue. I have written one post on Facebook about their behaviour and the way they have treated me, in a measured non-ranty way and mentioning no names, but would never in a million years ever trash my club because I’ve loved being a part of it. The sad part is, people who aren’t even on my Facebook and haven’t read the post are believing the bullies 😦 This is what bullies do when their behaviour is exposed – they deflect negativity away from themselves and on to the victim, who eventually ends up the bad guy. That people fall for this bollocks is really fucking disappointing. When I find myself questioning why this situation has come about I like to read this quote and remember it’s not about me, it’s about the bullies’ inner demons:
Today I am looking forward to meeting my bestie for lunch and a catch up, but first I am eager to take the mutt out for his morning constitutional. Spring has officially sprung here in the UK and there is no prettier place on earth. The hedgerows are covered in fluffy blossom, daffodils nod in the breeze, birds are busily nesting, I saw my first butterfly yesterday even though there is still a sprinkling of snow on the fells and as Bertie and I wander by the river, hoping to catch a glimpse of wild Otter, I am thankful every day to live where I do 🙂