I'm lazy and selfish and spend too much time on the internet. I love to be creative with photography and jewellery and sketching with pencil and pastels. I'm happier now than I have ever been and I love everything about my life ... where I live, my home, my fantastic grown up children, my lifestyle, my friends, my dogs and last but not least my wonderful adoring husband. Life is good!
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Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.
Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.
Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**
Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!
So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!
Two in Queensland - Pinkenba (800 rooms near the airport) and Wellcamp (1000 rooms near Toowoomba), one in Melbourne and one in NT.
Who knows how many others.
It was a great day at the shop with excellent sales and more visitors giving me advice on whether or not to sell the shop.
I’m definitely feeling wanted and needed 😬
I got some more of the inventory done - about halfway there.
The day passed quickly and I almost jumped into the pool when we arrived home but by the time I’d brought in the washing and hung out the next load and folded the first lot and put away the groceries and made my tea, I just plonked my butt onto the couch and that’s where I stayed.
There’ll be time for swimming tomorrow - weather permitting of course.
All of the things that I planned to do last weekend, that stayed on the ‘to do’ list because I was sick, hopefully will get done this weekend!
Three NZ Doctors deregistered for asking questions, speaking the truth and disagreeing with government PHOs and mandates. They share some great facts that the media and others are withholding.
My day was incredibly interesting and highly unusual for the types of customers/visitors that came in.
When I say ‘some people’ I mean at least three …
Some people came in to verify that I was closing and expressed their disappointment and told me that the shop would be greatly missed.
Some people heard that I was unvaccinated and that the ‘covid mandates/situation’ was my reason for closing. They used their time attempting to convince me that I should ride it out and that things were changing fast. Blah blah blah
Some people came in to tell me that they too were unvaccinated and then proceeded to purge all the information/stats/data that they had accumulated.
Some people heard I was closing and had never been in the shop before so they figured they should check it out.
Some had absolutely no idea what was going on 😳
I got some more of the inventory done. It’s certainly eye opening! Who knew I that had built up such wealth in stock! I’m only a quarter of the way through as well!
I enjoyed a green smoothie for breakfast and for lunch, a few mouthfuls of leftover bangers and mash.
It was nice to put my feet up and relax watching my quiz shows this afternoon with my special tea.
Before I cooked dinner, I did a couple of loads of washing.
I concocted a chicken dish with mushrooms, onion, cherry tomatoes, garlic, red wine, my cauliflower soup and a couple of tablespoons of chicken liver paté. Very tasty!
We watched an interesting show on United Arab Emirates before bed. An amazing country with a rich history and incredible wealth used to design and build beautiful architecture and find innovative answers to the environmental problems, like the excessive heat and bringing fresh water to their date plantations when their annual rainfall is only 5cm per year!
It was another quiet day in the shop, although I did pass my happy minimum this time.
The weather was a bit volatile and stormy so the thunder and rain might have kept lots of people indoors.
There was no meditation this morning because the big rains west of Childers made the roads too dangerous for The Gypsy to drive in.
That suited me.
There will only be one more meditation class before I close the shop.
One more art class.
No more orders.
One big sale.
I started doing inventory today. That was interesting 🧐 Stock + furniture and fittings.
I also selected my favourite jewellery pieces from the cabinet!
Adoring Husband and I arrived home just before the big rain hit and it was lovely sitting in the lounge room listening to the heavy rain on the tin roof. It lasted a couple of hours and the pool looked like it might overflow!
Bangers and mash for AH’s dinner.
The good shows on TV are all over so there’s no trash to watch.
Instead, I read a whole stack of ‘good Samaritan’ stories. I was feelin’ good! Here are a couple of them …
1. At the beginning of the pandemic, I was volunteering at a local pizza shop to distribute slices to kids who otherwise couldn't get fed because the schools were shutdown.
There was a woman with 3 kids that came by every few days to get slices. Turns out the father had died unexpectedly right before the pandemic started and they lost their house because of the slumlord they were renting from.
The mother lost her job because she had no one to watch the kids. They were living in their minivan and things were bad for them.
They were so nice and grateful, but ashamed when they'd come by to get slices that I genuinely felt for them.
I had lost my job and got a pretty decent windfall of 2 months worth of unemployment and the CARES Act at once. My landlord had a few properties open and is a close friend, so I got in touch with him and we worked out me paying their security deposit and the first 2 months of rent and he'd cover their utilities.
I gave her his number and said he might be able to help and they moved in the next day. They've been there ever since and are doing extremely well now.
2. When I was 19 I needed blood work done and it was super icy out. I’d just finished and was getting ready to leave when two elderly ladies came in. They commented on how slippery it was and if the clinic had anyone to help them walk back to their car.
They were told no, so I sat back down and waited. Half an hour later they went in and the receptionist told me I could leave, I was done. I told her "I know" and sat there.
When the ladies came out they looked a little scared to walk outside and I stood up and said I’d heard them ask for help and I would help them to their car.
I walked the ladies one at a time, letting them hold me for support as I shuffled us to their car. Then, after they were both safely inside, I scraped the ice off their car so they could leave.
They offered me money, but I refused and just wished them safe travels.
After they left I went to my own car, where I proceeded to fall on my butt fives times.
The motivator sent me this to end my day on a pretty great note …
“So now is the right time to share what I have been going through these last 8 weeks in the hopes to help someone else who has experienced something similar and spread awareness. This isn’t for opinions or political views this is to share what happened to me and what has happened to others. 8 weeks ago I had an adverse reaction to my first shot. I started to develop sharp stabbing pains in my chest which went on for most of the day. That night I got into bed to rest & see how I felt. The pains started to get worse, sharper and closer together. I started feeling these weird hot/cold heart surges then had the sharpest pain from my elbow to wrist then all of a sudden my whole left side went pins and needles and numb. I told my husband to call an ambulance. As he was on the phone I then started to shake uncontrollably as well as the chest sensations. The ambulance finally arrived & off I went to the hospital. The head of ED told me reactions like this haven’t been uncommon lately & a lady next to me has almost identical symptoms. He said this was an adverse reaction. Unfortunately the DR who discharged me the next day told me I was just anxious and to make sure I don’t skip the second. The next day I then developed the worst head pressure I have EVER experienced like my head was going to literally explode. For someone that has never suffered headaches or migraines this was scary. I was back in ED another 2 times within the next 1.5 weeks. Finally after the 3rd visit & first time at TCH it was confirmed I developed Pericarditis as a result of the v as well as a bunch of other issues that couldn’t be explained. The DRs & nurses at TCH were nothing short of amazing & investigated every avenue & confirmed it was an adverse reaction to the Pfizer.
I’m still 9 weeks later having tests and appointments to get to the bottom of everything but I finally feel like it’s time to share. This is happening & as much as people hope it isn’t, it is real & it has affected my body. I am definitely better than I was 9 weeks ago & most of that is thanks to real stories like mine & taking charge of my own recovery when no one else knows what to do or say.
Part 2
Today is actually 3 months post injury, I was back in hospital last week in the cardiac ward. Unfortunately I still have a headache /head pains still but the pressure seems to have gone for good and my muscle spasms are less and less. I finally feel like I won't be like this forever”
This is one of thousands of stories that mainstream media don’t share, so I’m going to share them here sometimes.
I was feeling better today, not great, but well enough to open the shop. It was hardly worth the effort with only two small sales all day.
The Happy Hippy did some steaming for me and I took delivery of candles and essential oils which I had to unpack, check, price and display.
Other than that, I took it easy because my energy is still low and my tummy is still a bit tender after cramping for two days.
In my head I’m already starting to make plans for my future without the shop. It doesn’t feel so happy anymore.
The world doesn't feel so happy anymore. Life is no longer under my control and I want to make the most of what little freedom I have left.
Sounds a bit morose doesn’t it?
I’ve started a list of all the things I’m going to do in the privacy of my own home that are going to bring me joy, peace and creative happiness.
My second retirement will be AMAZEBALLS!
Time for sleep. It’s 10.30pm and as long as the weather holds out, meditation should be on tomorrow.
I am always left questioning everything after listening to Candace Owen.
She sees the world through very different eyes and is not sucked into the vortex of current trends. She tends to come at subjects from very different angles and forces you to open your mind to viewpoints that you least expect.
She is courageous, bold, intelligent, articulate and commanding.
I don’t always agree with her but am very much drawn to hearing what she has to say.
I am still in bed with a lingering headache and very low energy.
Adoring Husband has been checking on me every hour or so and has been at my back and call, currently heating up some of my chicken soup which will be the first real food I’ve taken since 6pm Friday. It’s now midday Sunday.
It’s a grey day with misty rain and if I can find the motivation, I may try the pool later.
I’ll definitely require a nap after lunch - although I slept a solid 9 hours last night! I’d only slept for 90 minutes out of the previous 40 hours so my body was screaming for some healing rest.
I’m not sure if you’ve noticed that the new exciting BS virus is an anagram of Moronic - wondering if they did that on purpose.
I found this though …
That’s it from me. Obviously my world has been uninspiring for a couple of days and there’s nothing to share.
It all started mid Saturday afternoon with horrible stomach cramps - a bit like labour pains - they came and went every half hour or so and then increased in frequency until they were about 2 minutes apart.
I tried to sleep but couldn’t get comfortable. My muscles began cramping (ALL of them) and my legs were ticking so every time I dozed off, my legs jerked me awake.
At 4am the vomiting started - for 5 hours.
From 9.30am I had what felt like a marble stuck in my throat and sometimes it was a struggle to breathe. I couldn’t sleep for longer than ten minutes and tossed and turned all day. I was exhausted!
Finally, at 4.30pm I dozed off for 90 minutes.
It’s now almost 11pm and the only thing left is some tenderness in my tummy.
It definitely wasn’t food poisoning - I have my suspicions about what it was and I’m disappointed that my days off were wasted in this way.
I’ve had half a glass of tonic water with zinc in it, one slice of watermelon and an aspro twice during the day.
I’ve only just started to drink water because my stomach has stopped cramping.
It has been a long 33 hours.
Not as long as for Blonde Bombshell who is really struggling with her injuries from the car accident.
She has to endure a list of surgeries a mile long and has a tough road ahead of her to heal the damage to her poor body.
Once again, life as she knows it will be changed forever.
Now it’s time for me to attempt a decent nights sleep.
