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Today’s Lunch – 15th August 2018

Published August 15, 2018 by helentastic67

Todays Lunch

Today’s Lunch

Good Mental Health Day

Have had a crazy week so far so really glad to have only lunch and my stabby appointments now on Wednesday.

Crazy Week

Have no idea how I’ve made it home the last two days! No idea, have walked and walked and carried (learnt nothing from my Milk post obviously!) so much! Got home Tuesday and weighed my bag before unpacking it. 5 kilos’! Unpacked it and it was still 2!

Walking

Friday is looking to be a crazy day, with an extra appointment with my guy who made my AFO, my GP and the chiropractor and that’s on top of the normal grocery shopping and my only food prep appointment for the week.

Friday

I’m exhausted and it’s only Tuesday night when I do my prep-work on this post. Is this week over yet? I am always surprised that people have no idea how knackered I am once home. People must see me and assume I’m energetic all the time because that’s probably how they see me when I’m out. They have no idea I got home Monday on a whiff of determination that I had to get home.

Knackered

I even went upstairs to unpack my bag from my adventures in the city, then went back down to go to the local supermarket just to get milk and kitchen-tidy bags as I wouldn’t make it to Friday. I avoided what I call “Danger Alley!” So, or to buy unnecessary items and you pick which supermarket I live way too close to? It’s the one with all the weird stuff you wouldn’t find in the one place in any other country other than Germany? (Hint! Hint!) still ended up getting about 5 things!

Aldi

Oh, here’s a nice Lebanese pizza I had last week. Close to home.  Can’t tell you how confused the girl was when I ordered Vegetarian but asked they put salami on it! What?  (Handy Hint!)

Lebanese Pizza

And today’s offering? Because it looked too big to eat I ordered half a Mediterranean focaccia. So, yummy bitter green olives, eggplant, feta and zucchini. With my standard medicine.

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Then because I decided I could eat more, this naughty little chocolate tart!

Chocolate Pudding

I stayed close to home before my stabby appointment as I didn’t have the luxury of seeing Young John. But will make up for it by walking home.

Walking home

Also, a picture of Mika my new fur-baby. Just proof she has settled in even sleeping snuggled against my legs overnight telling me she trusts me. Yeah, that’s the sign. For those who don’t speak Cat!

Mika

Cheers,
H

Have a great week

Hidden Pain

Published January 12, 2018 by helentastic67

Hidden Pain 1

Hidden Pain

Some people are really quite oblivious to the strain and pain on my body when I’m out and about because despite my walking stick and my left arm being in a sling (collar and cuff) and that I’m out of the house, it’s presumed I’m always wandering around with a smile on my face.

Walking stick and sling

In reality, sleep or lack thereof means my left leg works even less than “I make It” and the eyesight in my left eye is worse than people would realise.

Often what I carry and how it affects my mobility even more.

In my own backyard, even moving a few small terracotta pots around means my left hip hurts! WTF! I don’t even use my left side to do anything, so I’ve asked an OT/Physio what that is all about and she had no words of wisdom for me.

Small Terracotta Pots

Yesterday, I went to the city, I travel by car to a train station closer to the city, then a train from there.

When I’m out and about my ‘handbag’ (hate the term) is a large street-wear bag with the clash on it. (I just like the image) the strap on the bag hangs from my left shoulder and the bag sits on my right hip and gluts as in Gluteus Maximus. If I buy something when I’m out, it must fit in that bag. If I can’t carry it, I can’t buy it…

But yesterday, I also had to transport a delivery of Ginger Kisses. I have a cool bag, big enough for six cans (so Australian for those serious drinkers; not me, other people) and in it were 2 large ice blocks (heavy) and 30 Ginger Kisses (cool).

Ginger Kisses

I got out of the car at the train station carrying the walking stick and the cool bag and walked the twenty metres to the train platform without the aid of the stick.

I missed the train by “that much”. A train station staff member told me I’d missed it. No shit Sherlock! Because he hadn’t held it for me for two seconds despite my efforts.

Missed Train

So, I asked him to help me put the cool bag on better. I gave him both the stick and the cool bag. I eased the two loops of the collar and cuff down over my hand and proceeded to have him put the handle of the bag on my arm up under my elbow. The collar and cuff goes back on and keeps the bag from slipping down.

The weight of the bag hangs by my side and doesn’t obstruct the forward motion of my left leg.

On the train to the city I often find myself eating my breakfast. Vegemite and cheese on toasted bread. Good breakfast for on the go, not great every day.

Cheese and Vegemite

I got to the city, scooped up my coffee in my keep cup in Degraves Street and got to the AGM for the Self Advocacy group I’m part of. There was only one table at the front that four people were to sit at in a ‘panel formation’.

Degraves St

I put my bags down and looked around. No-one! So, I dragged a table over. At which point my left hip is hurting. Seriously, don’t know what it’s complaining about when it does nothing.

Had the meeting.

Did some serious walking.

More serious walking.

Walking

More serious walking.

It’s now been several weeks since I started this post. I think I got lost in the details. Relevant details, but today I was off to the city again with that damn cool bag.

Cooler bags

I realised how the added weight changes how I move and balance and the impact on just walking by the end of the day…

Hidden Pain

Hot off the Press – 16th October 2017

Published October 16, 2017 by helentastic67

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Hot off the Press

Sweet Mary Mother of God! Monday and I’ve been such a zombie! Still managed 2,000 steps, but absolutely knackered! I have a feeling you will not want to Google that word, so I just mean I felt wiped out all day. I was actually hungry for lunch before what I deem lunchtime. Made it home in one-piece by tram and walking. Then had my medicine, and a serious hit of sugar…..

Knackered

Turned out, upon sending a shout out to my Kinesiologist friend it was a full moon last Friday. Now, my crazy-lady hormones are not in sync with the full moon and I don’t want to go out and howl at the moon (meow?) but I do notice my energy is completely zapped at the full moon. And the 1AM curfew kinda goes out the window, as does the anti-Pre-Dinner kip. Managed to avoid the kip but just barely. Oh, heard back from the real estate about the property I found online last night……AND it’s already gone! Really hating the whole house hunting thing.

Full moon

Tuesday, a spanner in the works for my normal program, it’s the day I actually enjoyed last week’s foodie good mental health day post. Saw my Chiro a day early to make room for a different appointment on Wednesday. Got to get to the Community Health Centre for a massage so that was a bonus. Ate a delicious chicken salad there I had picked up earlier. I forgot to do some food styling so no photo. Went for a big walk to the bank and back and was lucky to be given a lift home. Arrived home to discover I left my phone in Michael’s car. Before questions arise, yes! I’m that person who feels like they have had an arm cut off without their phone. You can have the left one, it doesn’t work!

Lost phone

My phone was likely on silent! So, if I rang it he wasn’t likely to hear it and I otherwise didn’t have numbers stored anywhere else. It’s the problem with technology. Messages via social media and was happy to hear within a few hours my phone was safely with Michael. Hope to be reunited tomorrow amongst the chaos.

Thursday, still feeling like a complete zombie. After a few hours of trying to get in touch with the lovely Young John, he took me to where my phone was to collect it. It was a very efficient trip there and home again. I felt a little jet-lagged even. No speed limits broken but I got home and my cup of tea was still warm enough to drink as I had to leave my breakfast, to not put Young John’s schedule out. Checked my pedometer and Michael did nothing to boost my digits. Sadly. Got to rest a little before I went out again for my first appointment for the day.

Zombies 1

Back to the dreaded dentist! I had my first 2 fillings to be mended done, as they only needed some of the existing filling drilled away, cleaned up, dried off and refilled I bare-knuckled it. The teeth were right next to each other making it easier and we agreed if I felt any pain I would raise my left hand. No! I reminded her it would be my right hand. (Again!) I worked out this time what it is that makes me squirm. (Irony) it’s all the packing they wedge down against my tongue that makes me feel nauseous and then, there’s that exciting ‘drowning’ sensation. The packing is obviously meant for her not me.

Dentist

Anyway, left there on foot and walked (got some steps in) to the tram. Trammed it to my neighbourhood and as I had not had lunch yet (it was 3.30pm) and I had 30 minutes to spare so I had a coffee and a French donut. Not photo worthy but got me through. Made it to acupuncture, fell asleep waiting. Got stabbed, caught up on messages and after about 20 minutes I couldn’t wait any longer to get to the bathroom, took out my 8 needles and got a taxi home. The weather had gotten rather untrustworthy by then.

Acupunture needles

The zombie feeling kicked back in and I vowed to get to bed early. Sat on the couch, felt a bit of a migraine coming on but by the time I caught up on some admin the night progressed as usual.
Stop Press! I made it to bed last night by 1. 30am……..At least it was close to my self-imposed curfew! Now you should appreciate why I didn’t make the time earlier which is what Ms Jillian (my Shrink) wanted me to achieve. She is clearly dreaming. As much I have told her.

Dreaming

Spent the day making calls, locked in the date for my NDIS review. Can’t believe it’s taken 6 months. Now to get new quotes for things I am trying to get funded, new letters of support. Fingers crossed, if I get everything I need I might not need to move.

Now I’m dreaming.

Managed not to have a kip. Ok, helped that I had a visit from the famous Aunty Christine.  Who told me she has never seen my hair look so messy. I have a million pins up there right now. Let’s see if I can get a before and after photo tomorrow?
Lucky, unlucky, you be the judge.

Helen's hair before 1

And look, here is another few……
(I just want you to know this was without any notice or preparation, from my blind-side.)

 

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And then even posing, I still look hungover and stoned!

 

Helen sitting on couch

I consider this my default-look. (At times referred to as my ‘Resting Bitch Face)
So despite not drinking or smoking I guess it is what it is. A little insight into my look. Again, got to bed again last night by 1.30am. (I don’t like to think at all related to my default look!)

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Friday, my adventure with my lovely young carer Jennifer, got to K-Mart, Aldi, Coles, the bakery, the butchers and Lincraft.

I’ve started getting Christmas presents………I can’t help myself. Home and (never say I don’t know how to motivate, Jennifer never needs motivating). Together we made a big batch of minestrone and I also marinated some chicken in Portuguese marinade and while Jennifer my carer departed around 6.30…….. I finally had my custard scroll and my coffee around 7.30pm, dinner even later. Bottled the minestrone (yield;8 Passatta bottles) around midnight. Then got to finishing my admin and emails. Now 2am Saturday morning I’m going off-grid or I’m going to try.

Minestrone

Over the weekend, nice weather in Melbourne, over the week, I’ve had some t-shirt days and some wool days. More t-shirt days coming. A very lazy weekend making me a very happy girl. Monday is going to be a crazy day, even going to see a potential new home. Keeping in mind, I move house, I have some financial flexibility and can get my new fur-baby. Here’s hoping.

Cheers,
H

Happy Monday

Hot off the Press – 24th July 2017

Published July 24, 2017 by helentastic67

Hot of the Press

Hot off the Press!

Very happy that I’ve followed through on my commitment to provide a current snapshot of Life with Hellonwheels. Going to guesstimate it’s now 2 months.

In recent weeks, I’ve attempted to make a serious commitment to get to bed early. You will already be aware I am NOT a morning person, unless it’s between 12am and 2am! So, attempting to set a realistic achievable goal of 1am, I failed every night the first week, although, if 1.04am, I consider that a win! The last four nights I’ve managed to get into bed before 1am and I can’t wait to get an eye roll from Ms Jillian tomorrow for my monthly head-check. I will get lots of steps on my pedometer to more than make up for it.

Early night

Have had a very busy week and while I usually see my lovely Young John at least three times a week, he’s off to Greece today for at least five weeks with his wife Young Betty.

Greece

As he never charges me, so I have to consider realistically which of my appointments I can live without. I now need to taxi ($$$) to appointments or rug up and walk to the tram and cater to the fact that I will get wet. I can’t use both my walking stick and an umbrella.

We are over the halfway point in winter in Melbourne but this is the wettest part of winter and the start of Spring.

Thinking to do like a bear and hibernate. Plenty of TV to watch, currently watching some Hawaii 5 Oh! To trick myself into thinking it’s not so cold. It’s not working.

Hibirnation

Oh, the start of the week saw my mum here for about 24 hours. This week both my parents celebrated their birthdays. 68 and 69, I think. Young compared to many of my friend’s parents.

Happy birthday

Visited the pet shop again to check on Ralph’s fate. He had been adopted the day before and another cat had also come and found a new home. Another to arrive that day and still no new fur-child for me. Sad face. But the trip to the pet shop revealed there will be a Cat Lounge opening in August in a neighbouring suburb. FYI: Lounge presumably is a fancy name for a cafe, in a suburb I wouldn’t consider fancy. But until I move and/or get my new fur-child I foresee myself being a regular visitor.

Fur baby

The drama of finding carers has continued. Last Monday I went to the top and sent a polite but brief text to the CEO (what? He told me I could call him!) and within an hour I received an email of my roster. So, definitely doing that again.

Still adding to the mental list of how many carers have seen me naked. The least favourite thing about having and needing carers to do the most simple and mundane of tasks. I’ve decided to cancel four of my FP (food preparation) shifts this week. I need a break from the rostering nightmare and staff changes. If I have to micromanage someone I might as well do it myself. If it’s something I can’t do one-handed it can wait.

Naked

Still no new shoes to speak of. Starting to get murderous thoughts at the powers that be ‘getting in my way’.

The NDIS is supposed to be life changing. Then why do I have blisters on my toes? Less travel assistance and I am forced to trim my own fingernails on my left hand until I butcher them as I don’t know how short I cut them until they hurt! My chiropractor put my rib back in and it was bruised for days yet, that was something my CM decided warranted an incident report to assist me getting my monthly chiropractor bill covered. Here’s hoping.

NDIS

Lastly, my anniversary White Tail Spider bite flare up has returned. So, it’s as itchy as hell and the skin peeling is about to start again.

White Tail spider

Oh, I got through three comics this week and also filed away the ones I’ve read this year. Going to need a new achieve box soon. I’ll try to read a few more comics before I make my next pilgrimage to the comic shop. I do this every three months.

Comics

To a less chaotic week ahead!
Cheers,
H

Have a great week

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