As Natasha Beddingfield once said...

March 2008 - I thought I had pulled a muscle but it got more and more painful and then the bruising started to come out. Took about 2 weeks to slowly run down my leg and into my foot before disappearing. Not had many muscle bleeds before.
March 2008 - No idea how I got this one, probly poked meself in the night or something.
March 2008 - This was from a walk Ade and I went on in Cornwall on our holiday at Easter. Scuse the attractive nail polish which had been on since an 80's party on New Year's Eve - what a scuzzer...
April 2008 - Can't remember which bit of me this is :) think it might be a thigh where I bashed it on our desk in the cellar - I know, not terribly sensible!
May 2008 - I slid down the stairs last week, I'll blame the loose carpet, but it could be the half asleep bird. Banged me wrist against the bannister but at least it stopped me breaking me neck! We ain't getting a bungliow Ade!! Did it on the Monday and the bruise came out Friday. Not too sore tho.
June 2008 - This is my latest masterpiece - not that you can see it very well - mobble pics I'm fraid. No idea how this one happened - nothing done to trigger it. Just woke up on Sunday with a very stiff shoulder and upper arm. Bruise started to come out late on Monday and this was taken Tuesday. Very nice...
June 2008 - Wednesday. Thought I'd do a day by day bruise progress for your delectation and mine. Want to see if this one will dribble down my arm before disappearing, like my leg bleed. Love the colours on this:)
June 2008 - This was taken this morning. You can see it's going into my elbow. Had to wear an ankle support round it in bed last night cos it was throbbing so much. Had 3 of injections for this one so far. It is definitely another muscle bleed, my second spontaneous one in 3 months. Weird.

Guessed the song yet? It's fairly bleeding obvious...

xxx

p.s. just had a slightly blushful moment - the door knocker went while doing this post,
"Ah Ade back from the dentist,"
I thought,
"not taken his blooming key again."
As I went to open the door, I also bent down to pick up the post,
"He can have my backside to greet him,"
I thought,
"that'll teach him to forget his keys!"
And stood up to see two confused looking blokes,
"We've come to look at your tv aeriel..."

Blood Glorious Blood

Gum glorious gum
bleeding on for ever.
Three injections done
why aren't you getting better?

X

p.s. I know it's not the overdue continuation of my March maladies or anything about what's happened since, but when inspiration strikes (if you can call it that:) you just gotta go with it! Please feel free to continue song if you are similarly inspired...

My favourite thing ...

I love this song.

Sam Sparro - Black & Gold.

And look out for some stylish walking stick work.

X

April Showers

There are showers in Shrubbery Street
they are coming from my nose.
There's a fireman living in my head
who keeps switching on his hose.

Every time I sneeze,
they come in twos and threes,
I'm forced to my knees
and need to wear a bib.
The floorboards quake,
the ceiling shakes,
my poor body aches
and I think I popped a rib.

My head is filled with molten lead
my eyes are dim and watery.
I'm stuck in bed
feeling three quarters dead,
a lot worse than I oughta be.

There's a gun in my hand and it's pointing at my head
the cats don't come too near.
Any minute now I'll stick it up my nose
and squirt Sinex out my ears.

Mad March - the beginning

I forgot how to do this.

Or did I just tire of the sound of my own writing?

Or am I just a lazy arse who cannot be bothered to type but who does keep checking her own blog, juuuust in case someone has kindly updated it for her...

Probably a combo of the bottom two. I have been told that to give you a few little snippets and then b****r off for a number of weeks is somewhat mean, and I tend to agree. However I may actually be talking to myself by now, because anyone who used to read this probably got fed up of the scab being undisturbed and have found far better things to do with their spare minutes than read Ros's ramblings.

So Ros, let me tell you all about March mania.

Ooo do, it sounds such fun.

The month started well I think - hard to remember it now but I think it was fairly non-eventful. Actually no, that's a total fib. We had Karen come up from London the first weekend. Was lovely to see her and spend a few relaxing hours together catching up and eating scrummy meatballs. Mmmm meatballs. She had another journey which turned into an epic quest of woman pitted against the evil force that is public transport. Karen won't mind me saying but for her, every journey is a journey into the unknown arrival time. She set off quite happily with her journey all planned out and an eta of 2.30 Saturday afternoon.

I had a call around midday - "The bus took far longer than normal to get into London and I've missed the train by half an hour!"

Oh eck. And so it starts again... :)

She had spoke to the chappie on the ticket desk, he told her the next train she could get would not get her to us until half 5, and would mean a good hour stuck at the station.
"Never mind," said she, I got me laptop, I'll do some work and the time will whizz by."
I did some quick checking on web and found a train she could get instead that would go from a different station but would get up to Brum in no time and we could go up and fetch her.
"Ooo I dunno, I wouldn't want you to come into Brum at end of shopping time to collect me."
Fair point. Not that we'd have minded but I know what she's saying.
Then I got another call...
"Just spoken to another bloke and he's given me a train time from another platform that goes into Brum and then I can get a train on from there to Kiddy, and I've got just enough time to get there, and it's cheaper!"

"Hurrah!" we both cried, and off she went.

After a lovely 24 hours off she went again and I think had an almost straightforward journey home. Maybe one day she have an event free journey? And terminal 5 will have a day with no lost luggage. Or maybe she'll just buy that car and get up here in 2 hours? Hehe.

We had an Aycinena double - Kitty and wee James came up the next weekend. It was a tractor and trailer and tea and cake filled fiesta. Much fun had and I believe James is still talking about the big blue tractor - and I'm sure he doesn't mean the one on the telly! There's no tales of the unexpected travelling for this weekend. Kit drove and got here safe and sound, simple as that.

While Kitty was up I started having back pain. Both sides of my back, just below my waistline, on either side of me backbone. Bit of a dull ache which made me feel uncomfy when I was sat, or stood - although lying seemed to be ok with a hottie in the small of me back.

After they'd gone on the Monday the pain seemed worse, altho it was only on the left side now but was radiating ( now there's a medical term I ain't qualified to use) round into my tum and down into where I imagine my ovary to be. I'd started talking some paracetamol by this point but this was doing nothing. I rang the hospital. Something was telling me it wasn't just going to go away. And having had internal bleeding before I had a little voice saying what if it was that. I had a jab just in case.

The hospital eventually got back to me Wednesday I think? Partly my fault having not expressed the urgency of the situation I spose. I am quite talented in that area apparently. When I spoke to them on Weds I made it clear I was coming up no matter what! I was on tramadol by this point but that wasn't really killing it.

Mum was around to drive me up luckily cos I wasn't in a position to drive. I wasn't in any position at all, cos every one hurt by this point. Hot water bottles helped at night, but I wasn't really sleeping, even with the sleeping pill and the tramadol, and spent the day moving from one painful position into another. They were good when we got there. Gave me a spot to lie down in the sunshine and I had a nap. Slightly helped by the higher doses of tramadol and the paracetemol I was taking by this point and the lack of sleep.

They ummed and ahhed a little but did do a wee and blood samples. Not while I was sleeping obviously.

The results were inconclusive, a bit of blood in my wee and a raised summat, so they ordered a CT of my kidneys. By this point they were of the opinion that it might be kidney stones. I was of the opinion I didn't care, as long as I could have some more tramadol or praps some anasthesia please?

Don't Disturb The Scab

... as my mother said to me, while I was hobbling down the kitchen towards the microwave with a tub of carrot and coriander.

I have got various things to tell you, blogees. But I have not got the energy to write much more than this in one go.

See that's it. I'm done in.

Anyhoo - if you can hang around a bit longer I'll try and expand on the various things that are occurring currently (now that's one too many currs for my liking!)

1. No bleeding in February thus far - don't tell anyone, my womb lining might hear you and decide its had enough of being sidelined and needs to make a speedy comeback with a new hairdo but to all intents and purposes the same motivation ... gore galore!

2. My trace of the adoption has, after a slightly hesitant and covert start, moved on apace and more is being revealed and illuminated than ever before.

3. Ade and I had a trip into the Welsh hills on Monday this week looking for a woman who can do for Chronic Fatigue what Hugh FW has done for battery farming - i.e. hopefully get rid. We found her halfway up a hill and have got a whole new plan of attack, tons of bumpf and another vast array of supples and miners and vits, along with a book and a load of articles to back up her advice.

Just in case you're feeling swizzed - that's not the expansion that's merely the teaser, as these TV types like to say. The prologue before the novella, the preview before the performance, the canape before the cordon bleu ... ok, now I'm bigging it up way too much. Suffice to say I will update anon. If you can hang on. Please.

X

Wishing Tom, Ade's cousin, a happy birthday for yesterday.
And wishing the boys going to Paris for Dave's 40th a blooming good time!

My Heart Shaped Mole

Happy Valentines to you all, my lovely loves.

X