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Deaf Ears

Published November 17, 2017 by helentastic67

Deaf Ears

Deaf Ears

In Memory of Jamima.

Pointless things to say and your cat. I love (note when I hear the opposite) when parents of children argue that being a parent of a fur-child is not the same.

Gave Jamima her three-monthly worm tablet last night in a rather expensive tin of food. Twenty-four hours later, it’s mostly still there!

“Come on, Eat your food”

“It’s got your medicine in it”

“You will feel better – I promise”

“It cost mummy a lot”

“There are starving kids in Ethiopia”

OK, I didn’t really say that one…

Worm tablets

I guess this is why I buy three of the worming tablets at a time. The man in the shop, warning me not to poison my cat. Never fear, not much chance of that.

Usually the first tablet goes down a treat, three months later when else her next dose she eats some of it. A week later I’m trying again, placing another of her favourites. Again, barely touches it.

I’ve tried not feeding her more wet food to encourage her to eat it but all else has failed.

Open to suggestions…

Cat medicine

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Crazy Lady Hormones and AVM

Published November 15, 2017 by helentastic67

Crazy lady hormones

Crazy Lady Hormones and AVM

This weeks “Today’s Lunch” has been postponed until next week.

This post is going to be exactly what you imagine it will be. So, if you are a guy (not sure I have many male followers to worry about) but if you’re still reading, strap yourself in!

My periods started at the usual time as most girls in my early teens. What we never realised is that those special blue pills that stop us killing men? (commonly known as Naprogesic) are blood thinners.

You add ½ a dozen of those, every month. Something probably happened more often than I realised, but didn’t realise exactly what, it meant was that in a perfect storm I was probably lucky I didn’t have a stroke.

Blood Thinners

One morning not long before my diagnosis I recall a bitterly cold morning, getting up to go to work. Conveniently a day Aunt Irma (IT Crowd reference) was coming to visit.

Aunt Irma

I conveniently had to wash my hair that morning and being so cold I made sure I had it hot.

Turns out water also makes your blood thin. When I had more blood in and around my brain, than normal I would get dizzy and I mean I was dizzy, I recall drying my hair a little with a towel and putting it up (in a bun that I still wear as my style) I recall drying and putting pyjamas back on, setting my alarm and going back to bed to sleep it off. I woke a few hours later to restart my day.

When I was finally diagnosed, I was told emphatically NO MORE BLOOD THINNERS!

After several years on and off the steroids (Dexamethazone) for brain swelling, sometimes my period just didn’t come for 6 months or more.

About 4 years ago, I actually went on the pill, because once a month I was an emotional mess. Rather than the previous five months, I just wanted to kill someone. I traded up to a whole day where EVERYTHING upset me EVERYTHING MADE ME CRY.

Crying

Get up, get undressed, cry! Get in the shower, cry! Get out of the shower, cry! Get the point?

Not let Helen take her second coffee in the cinema when she’d previously taken her first coffee in. Cry!

Have I mentioned, you don’t mess with me and coffee? No seriously!

Coffee 1

About a year ago, I came off the pill to find out if I was menopausal. Yeah, that word. I was only 43 years old and no I wasn’t and still am not, to my knowledge.

Menopausal

Turns out it was probably a good thing I didn’t meet my soul mate (yeah, I believe in that crap!) because I might have wanted children. I always imagined I would, but if it had I might not be here at all.

Soulmate

When you’re pregnant ladies. (presuming only the ladies kept reading) your bodies blood volume doubles. My AVM would not have coped. If my child had made it (there has been no child) I might not have made it.

So, babies, right? Not for everyone.

Privilege not a right.

Anyway, a lot of background to get to my point!

Had a bit of a tummy ache this week. Would have been mistaken to think it was Aunt Irma and except she visited last week for all of about 12 minutes. Felt that way anyway. Think I sneezed a few times and it was over.

Meanwhile the app on my phone last week had told me, it was due in six days, on the 2nd February, 2017 and its currently early October.

Don’t know when you’ll be reading this but my point ABI/AVM/Crazy Lady hormones.

Not happy Jan.

Oh, and with the no blood thinners, it’s hard, I just upgrade to Opiates – Oxy Norm!

The End…

 

Friday’s

Published November 10, 2017 by helentastic67

Fridays

Fridays

And this is why I love Fridays! OK, so it’s nearly 6pm and I just had ‘lunch’ and I’m yet to actually have my coffee/custard scroll perfect combo that marks the end of the week, but still.

Coffee and scroll

Had shopping with my carer today. Did a provisional shop and still justified buying some socks from the supermarket, got some meat from the butcher’s? (I ring on the drive over and order, so they have time to cut it up since I can’t).

Shopping

Did the standard, butcher, baker, candlestick maker, tour of my local small shopping complex.  Clearly, not exactly like that, but butcher, baker, supermarket, Greek Deli, Chemist, maybe K-Mart, German Supermarket, fabric/craft shop etc.

Butcher baker and candlestick maker

Once home, groceries unpacked, lunch in over, water a few plants with recycled water from kitchen, sprayed the aphids on the roses, put away clean folded clothes, had to spot clean the floor and eventually I eat “lunch” and I hit the wall.

Unpacking

Now I’ve got the rest of the day, now 6.30pm to finish my ‘Admin’ (or what I call ‘Admin’) and check my email so I can put it all aside again until late Sunday night.

Just gotta get past danger hours, that time I really want to have a kip that is intended to last 30 minutes, but goes for 2 hours.

Kip time

Must keep moving, left eye hurts already.

Time for coffee…

Coffee

 

WRONG, WRONG, WRONG

Published November 3, 2017 by helentastic67

Wrong

WRONG, WRONG, WRONG

Every time I see some TV personality on TV, talking about when it’s acceptable behaviour to have sex in a public disability toilet, it sends the message that it’s acceptable.

Sex in bathroom

It’s really a culture of anyone who doesn’t have a disability to not use those toilets.

It’s particularly abhorrent to me when I’m trying to get to and use a disability friendly toilet in public, when people are inside it using it for their own selfish gratification.

Self gratification

Hear me when I say, choosing to be celibate doesn’t make me a prude. I just think it’s totally uncool. I mean, really, are you 14? (that being an age of childlike behaviour still) not acceptable, just ‘young’ I mean. GET A ROOM!

Get a room

 

PS Meimi

Published October 27, 2017 by helentastic67

 

Naughty CatPS Meimi

Should mention Jamima was also called Meimi for short. Or chicken, but that not really, should I mention like many occasionally naughty pets she rarely responded to her name.

You called

Probably should mention, Jamima was an indoor cat. She did her time in the backyard during the day when I let her outside. It’s a small concrete jungle where all of my plants are in pots.

Concrete Jungle

On a very rare occasion she had made a brief escape out the front door. While she didn’t respond to her name, she did respond to tone. I will growl a ‘Get Back’ and I barely needed to say it clearly and she would scamper back up the front steps and inside…

Escaping

I Know

Published October 20, 2017 by helentastic67

I know

I know

I know, I know, I fucking know! I have said those words so many times to my mother alone, that I’m getting a sign made. On one side, it’s to say “I know” and the other “I fucking know!”

I fucking know

I have even started holding up my hand as if I’m holding a sign until I get one because I’m sick to death of saying it!

Sign

I’m sick of hearing about how services should be delivered, how people should return my calls and sort out my requests. I know now all of these things and more should be happening.

Service

The point is they are NOT!

Yet!

Weekend

Fur Baby

Published October 13, 2017 by helentastic67

Fur baby

Fur Baby

In Memory Of Jamima

This one is for TRT (Tummy Rum Tuesday) which is my absolute favourite post to read on a Tuesday. I always save it for last.

Jamima Patch Pirate Cat Puddleduck! (Is her official name) Jamima Puddleduck was the name she kinda came with and we added the rest because of the patch of colour over her eye and early penchant for liking to sit on our shoulder. Just like a Pirate’s parrot…

Jamima Puddleduck

Jamima came from a house across the town that had 5 cats! 5! And there were three litters of kittens all at once. I know. Bit extreme that all five cats were not fixed. Jamima was a runt of her litter apparently. She came home with my housemate and I when she was five or nine weeks old. Two of the other kittens (black and white boy and a girl) were adopted by B’s mum who paid for all three to be de-sexed, which was nice.

I would love Jamima to have had kittens as she would be much more settled and calmer now, but I also know her kittens would have been even harder to part with.

I bonded with Jamima early, I guess I kinda become her mother. B, the cool now housemate previously mentioned would put her on his turn-table and played with her a lot.

Turntable

But he also did the “Bad-Parenting” letting her scratch the bejesus out of things that should not be scratched.

Jamima and I have moved four times now and she’s now 15-ish. Housemate ‘B’ lived in the first two houses and then sadly, he decided he couldn’t afford real rent. You know, to have had a proper roof, a bathroom that wasn’t falling apart and we were no longer housemates.

He was really chilled-out ‘cool’ housemate and I miss him, but I made it clear when we weren’t housemates anymore I was keeping Jamima.

Makes it sounds like he was my boyfriend? Read it again!  He wasn’t. So Jamima is my greatest companion in these lonely days of being a barren, single, crazy cat lady.

Crazy cat lady

Yes, I’ve got the crazy cat lady mentality despite only having one cat.

There are evenings she just stays in bed until I chase her out, insisting this is why I have her. Love her, feed her.

So, I don’t spend every single night on the couch alone, this is her job.

If you are a new Hellonwheels visitor/convert, you might like to check out some earlier posts.

Jamima

Sadly, earlier in 2017 my last responsibility as Jamima’s fur-mum was to take her to the vet one last time. Still now, it makes me very sad. I have not yet welcomed a new fur-child into my heart and my home as moving home has needed to happen first. I miss her every day.

But it’s still nice my followers get to hear how weird and special she was.

You can catch up on her previous post here…….

https://hellonwheelslifeonehanded.wordpress.com/2017/03/10/jamima-the-human-cat/

 

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