Ok I mean it. It’s time to get back to blogging. I know I’ve said it for the past couple of posts; I’m ready to write again, blah blah blah but I just got sidetracked. And then, when I wasn’t distracted, I dreaded turning on the computer and feeling the guilt of not having written. I wracked my brains for things to write about, trying to avoid droning on about any health situations or cat escapades (more about that later), but a writer cannot be forced, and when my head is empty, my head is empty. Which is quite often.
But here I am, throwing myself in again amidst the blogosphere and I’m going to encourage myself to write like I used to. Perhaps not every single day because at the moment not a lot happens here on a daily basis, but a few times a week should get me well and truly back into the spirit of things.
So, as I’m trying to ease myself in, let me make some updates. It’s all been terribly exciting here since I last wrote. (Haha.) Ollie the kitten grew very fast and can now jump from the floor to the table, much to the delight of my father who has seen several wee trinkets broken in the process of a wagging tail and naughty pawing paws. Now, readers, I really don’t want to be seen as one of those ‘cat people’ (as I mentioned to Despina recently, to me cat people are all quite odd. I mean, no offence…I’m so not a cat person. I just own a cat. In fact, I was always more of a dog person before, but Ollie is special. Cat people, in my eyes and Zannie's eyes anyway, tend to own more than two kittys, and talk about them a lot. They refer to them as their ‘babies’, and feed them better than they feed themselves. They also end up buying t-shirts, sweaters, placemats, mugs, tea cups, saucers, plates, pictures, bedding, figurines and…well basically anything with cats on. I am not one of these people and if I talk about my cat too much, please tell me. I don’t want it creeping up on me.) but it’s certainly true that Ollie is a rare fun addition to the household and has been keeping me busy. If he’s not mewing around my legs for attention, or chewing on my hand then he’s playing with wires or running around with a milk beard dripping goat’s milk everywhere, which makes it slightly difficult to be able to sit with a laptop warming my knees like I used to.
Cheeky Chappy with food on his nose
My health is improving dramatically since I started on the TB antibiotics. Hip hooray! All my lesions have gone down and my nose is back to its normal size and shape. I am so so so grateful. It’s crazy…I forgot how small my nose actually is. I’m happy – delighted – but terrified after having been so let down last time when the same thing happened with the infliximab so I shan’t jibber on and jinx my good fortune.
I’m rather disappointed though, because my boogers aren’t florescent pink like the doctor told me they would be. My pee is though, and that’s a consolation.
I’ve been on steroids since I took a bad reaction to the infliximab a while back. I’d been on them before but had to come off when the side effects were too much (think depression, hairiness, a moon-shaped face and BIG mood swings). I’m now feeling really steroidy and I look it too. I’ve been eating like a big cow *moo* and all my fat has congregated around my middle so that I have a lovely spare tire. It wobbles. My face is as round as a round man in a round shop (does that make sense to people or is that an old expression only us weegies used at school?) and…well let’s just say I could probably beat Ollie in a hairiness competition. However, there’s been no depression, hooray! Spirits are high because I know my life is going to begin again soon and I’m very, very, very excited.
I don’t think I’ve suffered from mood swings but for some reason my entire family have been avoiding me all day, muttering something about being terrified and walking on eggshells and PMS. No idea what they’re on about. Eejits.
Ahhhh what else?
Oh yes! We have lovely new road markings outside our house. They are simply ravishing and we were all very excited when the painters came to paint the big ‘20’ with their truck. Still, that was a few weeks ago and the novelty is wearing off a little now.
Now that you're all caught up on my exciting life filled with health situations, cat escapades and exciting new road marks (I bet you're glad you didn't miss out on reading about all that!), I'm off to read your blogs.
Oh! And belated congratulations to Drew at Benspark and his lovely wife who gave birth to the beautiful baby Eva Grace (Love love love the name Drew!) and to T.D. Newton and his new wife who were married last week. A happy month for all!