A beautiful sunny morning, taken at approximately
0830 hours, showing the setting moon.
Please accept my apologies, I have been slightly remise in not blogging for the last few weeks, I have so missed it, but have just not found the energy or time to catch up and then I felt guilty that I had not written thing up to date. Silly lady because it is my blog and nobody tells me off for not making an entry, daft isn’t how the brain works!
Coke, Hormones and Stress
An answer to my sixes and sevens feeling; I have a history of drinking to much coca cola since I was 15 years of age, which coincided with me leaving home. I have drunk at least 2 if not 3 or 4 can’s a day. It was my staple diet for far to long. In my defence I only drink the very weakest of tea, am allergic to coffee and alcohol and wasn’t that keen on water or squash or even fruit juices. Therefore very limited in what I was able to drink however, last August, I got some virus and really went off most food in one way or another and this included coke. I was able to drink to water, very surprising but much healthier for my inner system! As I got better I still didn’t particularly like the taste of coke and much to everybody’s surprise I continued with the water or Hi Juice (in my opinion better tasting than squash).
Now one of the biggest beneficial side effects of not drinking coke was that I didn’t suffer quite as badly from the hormones. It took a couple of months to realise but I was definitely benefiting from not drinking coke.
Then it all went a bit pear shaped, you see Toby is also addicted to coke so over the Christmas period a lot of coke was bought and in the cupboard and for some unknown reason I kept 'having the need' to drink some. I started to drink more and more, saying that, no more than 2 cans but mostly a shared can here and there, nobody including myself thought any more of it, until three weeks ago when the hormones started to kick in and oh my goodness, didn’t I go down hill, only three time before have I felt so down and ratty, once when I was prescribed the conceptive pill, the second the marina coil and the third when I had to have the implant. On all three occasions I was so poorly, I cannot describe it to you. I was able to go to work but could hardly function and when I came home I just wanted to sleep, partly because I was exhausted from having dreadful temperature differences during the night and just not being able to sleep and also I felt safe while in bed. This way I knew I could keep my mouth shut and not be a horrible mum / wife.
The next ten days were a nightmare; I was so bloated from water retention that I did a good impression of the ‘Michelin Man’;
Except no way as smiley! My skin was so sore, that the heat rashes would bleed, as would my gums when brushing my teeth, so all in all, I just felt very sorry for myself.
Having also having been to visit the doctor it would also seem that I am suffering from PTSD, if you don't mind, I will explain more in another post!
How and why my family still loved me, while I was like this, I will never know, but thankfully they did.
Stress for someone else:
Please accept my apologies, I have been slightly remise in not blogging for the last few weeks, I have so missed it, but have just not found the energy or time to catch up and then I felt guilty that I had not written thing up to date. Silly lady because it is my blog and nobody tells me off for not making an entry, daft isn’t how the brain works!
Coke, Hormones and Stress
An answer to my sixes and sevens feeling; I have a history of drinking to much coca cola since I was 15 years of age, which coincided with me leaving home. I have drunk at least 2 if not 3 or 4 can’s a day. It was my staple diet for far to long. In my defence I only drink the very weakest of tea, am allergic to coffee and alcohol and wasn’t that keen on water or squash or even fruit juices. Therefore very limited in what I was able to drink however, last August, I got some virus and really went off most food in one way or another and this included coke. I was able to drink to water, very surprising but much healthier for my inner system! As I got better I still didn’t particularly like the taste of coke and much to everybody’s surprise I continued with the water or Hi Juice (in my opinion better tasting than squash).
Now one of the biggest beneficial side effects of not drinking coke was that I didn’t suffer quite as badly from the hormones. It took a couple of months to realise but I was definitely benefiting from not drinking coke.
Then it all went a bit pear shaped, you see Toby is also addicted to coke so over the Christmas period a lot of coke was bought and in the cupboard and for some unknown reason I kept 'having the need' to drink some. I started to drink more and more, saying that, no more than 2 cans but mostly a shared can here and there, nobody including myself thought any more of it, until three weeks ago when the hormones started to kick in and oh my goodness, didn’t I go down hill, only three time before have I felt so down and ratty, once when I was prescribed the conceptive pill, the second the marina coil and the third when I had to have the implant. On all three occasions I was so poorly, I cannot describe it to you. I was able to go to work but could hardly function and when I came home I just wanted to sleep, partly because I was exhausted from having dreadful temperature differences during the night and just not being able to sleep and also I felt safe while in bed. This way I knew I could keep my mouth shut and not be a horrible mum / wife.
The next ten days were a nightmare; I was so bloated from water retention that I did a good impression of the ‘Michelin Man’;
Except no way as smiley! My skin was so sore, that the heat rashes would bleed, as would my gums when brushing my teeth, so all in all, I just felt very sorry for myself.
Having also having been to visit the doctor it would also seem that I am suffering from PTSD, if you don't mind, I will explain more in another post!
How and why my family still loved me, while I was like this, I will never know, but thankfully they did.
Stress for someone else:
While working away at my desk, this poor lorry driver got stuck on the edge of the field opposite my window, he was actually delivering goods to the small unit next to our workshop. The guy who runs this unit, seriously needs to return to school and complete his 'Good Citizen Award', because he just didn't want to help this guy at all. However my boss, the workshop manager and myself made up wood wedges and wire fencing for support to free him. One very grateful Welsh Man.
I'm starting to feel better;
Over time has seen the washing pile become more manageable and fitting back into the linen basket and not all over the bedroom floor. The dusting and hovering are up to date. Lots of little things that make me feel so much better.
and then this happens:
Standing in the kitchen a couple of weeks ago, I looked up and noticed a small shadow on the ceiling, I showed Noel, he touched it and it was slightly damp. Now we have a family bathroom that in the 3 ½ years of living here has been used no more than half a dozen times. We call it the posh bathroom, but over the Christmas period we had to use this bathroom, due to the en-suite shower leaking again. An on going problem since moving in, which has resulted in us having to have all new carpets in our bedroom and the en-suite. This has caused so much stress over the years, partly because we have to keep going back to the builders, who really just don’t want to know. I could write a story on how ‘crap’ these builders are but that would be another story ….
Let’s just say that most (and here I mean all) of our neighbours have a very low opinion of this company.
Back to the ceiling, yes you have probably guessed it, the posh bathroom plumbing has leaked. Why has it leaked … because the plumber never bothered to tighten up the waste pipe and because we used it for more than a day, the pressure of so much water caused the water leak.
This is what we found when we looked, it could be worse but another carpet stained due to diabolical workmanship.
The bath panel has swelled and cracked and there are two stains on the carpet, one at each end of the bath. Luckily the kitchen ceiling has dried out okay, I think this is because we caught it so quickly.
So all in all a bit of a difficult time for me and the family, but "onwards and upwards", as they say.
To finish on a high - which is how I feel, now that I have completed this posting and that I know I will be back very soon, please enjoy this lovely picture I took by the field, here at work.
Standing in the kitchen a couple of weeks ago, I looked up and noticed a small shadow on the ceiling, I showed Noel, he touched it and it was slightly damp. Now we have a family bathroom that in the 3 ½ years of living here has been used no more than half a dozen times. We call it the posh bathroom, but over the Christmas period we had to use this bathroom, due to the en-suite shower leaking again. An on going problem since moving in, which has resulted in us having to have all new carpets in our bedroom and the en-suite. This has caused so much stress over the years, partly because we have to keep going back to the builders, who really just don’t want to know. I could write a story on how ‘crap’ these builders are but that would be another story ….
Let’s just say that most (and here I mean all) of our neighbours have a very low opinion of this company.
Back to the ceiling, yes you have probably guessed it, the posh bathroom plumbing has leaked. Why has it leaked … because the plumber never bothered to tighten up the waste pipe and because we used it for more than a day, the pressure of so much water caused the water leak.
This is what we found when we looked, it could be worse but another carpet stained due to diabolical workmanship.
The bath panel has swelled and cracked and there are two stains on the carpet, one at each end of the bath. Luckily the kitchen ceiling has dried out okay, I think this is because we caught it so quickly.
So all in all a bit of a difficult time for me and the family, but "onwards and upwards", as they say.
To finish on a high - which is how I feel, now that I have completed this posting and that I know I will be back very soon, please enjoy this lovely picture I took by the field, here at work.
Snowdrops taken just outside the barn.
