SOOO.... it saturday, and as ive always weighed in on a saturday i opted to carry on this trend, soo i shall be weighing in on a saturday, or as close to a saturday as possible as i spend 2/3 of my week at my fellas - so, yeah, granted its gonna be a different day each week. Not the best i know, but im not taking my scales to my fellas - im trying to be very casual about my dieting with him, i dont know why - he'd support me to the end and back, but i embarrass easy :o/ anyways - my weigh in. Baring in mind, this is only since tuesday - ive lost a fabtastic 6.3lbs! yep, im pretty damn pleased with that if im honest :) specially considering i dont actually feel like im dieting. Not at all :) Its quite a good feeling tbh.
Today is saturday, annnnnddd as always saturdays are the day i dont track, im only human what can i say? Ive promised my fella a horror movie marathon, and we have looooaaaddddssss to watch :) and my bro gave me his old dvd player and surround sound system for my room soooo its gonna be bloody scary. We've got crisps, and popcorn and some choccie buttons, and take away for tea - i knooowwww its not healthy BUT this was pre planned before i got all goal orientated on tuesdaay morning, sooo *shrugs* what can a gal do?
I feel i owe ya'all a lil more info about my awesome fella, who at this minute is snoring his head off upstairs after playing Skyrim till 5am - i feel i should admit i only relented ownership of Skyrim at roughly 2am, yesss im a nerd, and im awesome, im better than an awesome im a Khajiit Assasssin! *tumble weed rolls on by.......*
annnnnyyyyyyyyywwwwwwwwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy - moving swiftly on from my coolness, My lovely W. He is unemployed, hense how we met, but not through lack of trying - he cant get a job as no one will give him experience and hows he meant to get that without a job? grrr - he goes on every course the job centre offer him and hes just applied to go back to college to study creative writing, he i writing a book - which is awesome - very Dark Tower (ish) - he also got me into the Dark Tower - ive been a life long Stephen King Nerd, but then i'd never read D.T till now, and its awesome, i highly recommend it - im up to book 6, W. got me the last 3 for christmas :) He encourages my 'art' - which i use in the loosest term, and has a few of my drawings and sketches up his room - heres one of em, its the dark tower, neeerrrrdddd :)
he also encourages my baking, his entirely family adore my cookies etc, and his lil bro (6) greets me often with 'Melly Moo - you gots my cookies?' lol, and his mum compares my stuff to orgasms...slightly odd that one i grant you. lol, hes part of the reason ive gained the confidence to go to college, i intend to study Level 2 in general confectionary and pattisserie. I want my own lil bakery - cake store - a girls gotta dream! :oP
errrmmmmmm - hes a year younger than me, his birthday is 2 days before mine and hes the youngest of 7 -yeah i know, for a gal whos the youngest of 2 walking into his house was, and still is somewhat overwhelming. lol.
But yeah, thats all i can think of - sooo - im gonna go and hammer a few more hours of Skyrim (go Khajiit Assassin, GO!!! ;o) ) before i wake sleeping beauty and start the horror movie marathon. :) Dont forget to add me on My Fitness Pal; caliente115 .
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Wednesday, 11 January 2012
So lets see, i think the best bet is to get the negatives over and done with. I genuinly cant remember if i posted on here about how poorly my mum was just before i started blogging, she was very very ill. Well things started to get worse (i'll add now, im not one for building for tension on this topic - shes NOT dead, i repeat - still alive and kicking :op) she started to lose weight faster and faster, and could hardly walk she was so weak. She kept going back to the GP and kept being diagnosed with various things, from swine flu, to an infection, to MRSA. Eventually she got told to pack in her job so she did, but things didnt improve. Soooo we called the dr out for a home visit in June, and she took bloods and went on her away ( which, may i add, she shouldnt have done - mum needed a hospital - stat - both dad and i could see it so why couldnt the dr???) That night she got admitted into hospital with severe aneamia and kidney failure, and was put straight into Intensive Care, she had 6 blood transfusions that evening, and was a mass of wires and tubes, she seemed to perk up a lil but we still didnt know what was wrong. After a month she was moved on to the gastro ward, she lasted a day before being rushed back up to icu with a suspected stroke - for a week or two, couldnt speak, looked straight through us - it was fucking (apologies for language) awful. During this time the searches for what was wrong with my mum went upwards, not only Whiston Hospital, but Manchester and Liverpool were all looking for answers too. They were looking for tropical diseases and all sorts, it was so scary. Then one day she started to perk up, she was looking at us and talking. And things were better. So back down she went to the Gastro ward. Its now August, 4 days after being on that ward things went so so bad again. We all got called out of work, mum needed Chemo. We all rushed up to the hospital to find mum sitting in a room in tears and shaking, and she was so confused. She had something called Non-Hodgkins T Cell Lymphoma. A very rare,scary form of cancer. Chemo to start as soon as she was deemed strong enough. This was on the Thursday. On the saturday she came down with Pneumonia, on the Sunday we were all rushed to the hospital again, every hour was considered a bonus, she wasnt going to make it. She was unconscious, and was placed on pathway, taken off all food and drinks, and any medications that werent pain meds. That night, my dad went home to change clothes and my brother and i stayed and watched over her, she woke up at one point - looked straight at me and my brother and begged for death. That i will never forget, nor will i forget staying off work for a month as i spent every day sitting in a cold hospital room waiting for my mum to die. I cant explain how hard that was, then bingo bango - after 2 weeks, she woke up - asked for a drink, drank and ate! Even the drs were lost for words. Eventually she was moved to the cancer ward and chemo started, a while after that she was moved into respite, and she came home in mid october. Shes now eating, drinking, pottering around the house with the aid of a zimmer, and she got the ALL CLEAR on the 23rd December. No words can express how proud of my mums fighting spirit i am. x x x x x x x