My name is Helen, I started blogging in 2015. Since then, I’ve written over 600+ blog posts and acquired over 280 followers all around the world.
I’ve really let my blog speak for itself and not really marketed myself in any commercial way to gain a larger following.
Pre-Covid I was sharing three posts a week. Hellonwheels, is me doing brain injury differently. I’ve had my brain injury for over 48 years, only learning I even had my Arterial Venous Malformation (AVM) at aged 34 when I was really stressed, as a result of workplace bullying. After diagnosis and treatment, I have been left with stroke like symptoms.
It’s not easy being a high-functioning Acquired Brain Injury (ABI) and it’s even harder to explain. I have a good memory, a love for music and food – things some people with brain injuries can’t enjoy.
I’m a single-barren spinster, often including further descriptions, straight and fucking fussy!
I have strong opinions, which may or may not appeal to everyone. This is why I include stories of my past, little moments of life, foodie posts and beautiful things from nature.
Life is short and often few moments or opportunities go past, so I try to share the ones that I have.
I hope you will take a moment to look up Like, Share and Follow.
I took a box of rather generic chocolates, someone had given me so that I could give them away.
Once you have eaten all the good ones, the orange coated ones, the Turkish Delights, you get the idea.
Offer them to all your favourite people.
Not the people with diabetes, without will power. (I will not be your drug dealer)
And only if you are like me (bit cheeky). Wait until 2am when you can’t sleep and wander out to the nurses’ station when everyone else seems to be asleep. (including all but one night nurse)
I know this, because as I was making my way back to my shared room, I saw a nurse (male nurse) walking back towards the nurse’s station. He gave me a look as if to say I did need anything? I shook my head and indicated all was well. I went back to bed and he came into check on me. He asked what’s up? And I told him I couldn’t sleep, I had left some ‘things’ down at the nurse’s station. I told him, I hadn’t been up to anything bad.
I had just creatively hidden the chocolates around the nurse’s station. Under phone handpieces, on top of light boxes, on top of power switches, behind things on the desktop.
Just anywhere I would come out and do a lap of the floor cruising slowly past the nurse’s station. Eventually, they were all discovered.
Because life is short, we should sometimes write about the little things that amuse us, that might amuse others. Rather than doom and gloom all the time.
So, this week I have been introduced to a new term for when a woman has her period.
I like the IT Crowd reference to Aunt Irma. If you are not familiar with the show, you just got homework. Wonder if my male followers read to this point.
The term I’ve been introduced to this week is called “Shark Week” I mean, on this topic in general, men can be such bastards. Oh, they think we blame everything on our periods, but if they had crazy hormones once a month and had just one full on menstrual cycle, they would bite their tongue and be much more considerate.
Where was I? The other name I’ve heard, this one Oprah uses, “You Know where Aunt Flo visits.” Oh Oprah, so love her… Then theirs “I’ve got the Decorators in.” What? That person also explained ‘You know the painters?’