Status Update

Pandabear With Me Again – Or Still

A small insight into my past couple of weeks:

  • My mother had dark urine and, needless to say, that immediately put everyone in my family right back on their toes: what if she’s got cancer again?  She went to our GP who sent her straight to the hospital for a series of check-ups. You know, just in case.
  • As the anxiety levels were rising in our family, I remembered I also had an appointment in hospital myself. Remember my hormone-issues? Well, let’s just say I sort of chose to provoke them before they had a chance to pester me again unexpectedly. Result: tests and check-ups to see where my issues are stemming from.
  • After several different (and futile) tests, my mother’s blood-in-urine-issues increased, also making her back and belly ache. Giant alarm clocks started ringing and I made her call her specialist, who immediately changed her final test and appointment from August 5th to July 1st. Why such a rush, my mind kept asking itself. What if she’s got cancer again?
  • Monday came and went, and after a long day of stress, the question on everyone’s mind was negatively answered: no, it’s not cancer! ❤ My mother appeared to have a tiny kidney stone, and since no one had anything better to do, she was scheduled in to have it pulverised the next day.
  • Tuesday came and went, but a little slower than Monday. If my mother seemed happy and vibrant even after the pulverisation of her kidney stone, she was the complete opposite after her painkillers wore off. I have NEVER in my life seen anyone in that much pain!! D: All the stories I ever heard of people with kidney stones dying of pure agony are true!
    Turns out the pulverisation worked wonders, but the kidney stone parts coming loose were a little less magical. Worst part: nobody gave my mother strong painkillers to take home! Imagine my level of pissed-off-ness as I phoned the hospital while my mother kept busy with throwing out her dinner and being completely miserable.
    After over an hour of phoning, being redirected and nearly threatening people, I managed to get some heavier painkillers for my mum than freaking paracetamole. Poor her. And yay me. I didn’t know I had it in me, but as it turns out I do have a bitch-switch. So be warned. I am not easy!
  • After what’s probably the worst night in the history of my mother (luckily when I’m asleep I am ASLEEP) in which she spent more than one moment in the bathroom being sick and in agony again (with my dad comforting her), I had to go to hospital myself. The last time I was there, they did an internal ultrasound on my uterus, which I hadn’t been quite prepared for at the time, and after not finding anything due to my meds, they promised to redo the examination 3 months later. Which was now. Fully prepared, and with a huge feeling of reluctance hanging over me, I went back. After spending 20 minutes in the waiting area the doctor called me in. For a chat. I was back out again 5 minutes later, nothing done.
    Strangely, this all gave me a familiar feeling of not being taken seriously and everyone just trying to get me on something hormonal again to stop my misery, but only temporarily. I felt upset. And I refuse to let this thing run that course again. So, I am going to do what my doctor told me to do, which is map out my complaints when they start again. And then I am going to moan and complain and bitch until she helps me decently. Remember that bitch-switch? I am happy I found I have it. Watch me bite your head off next time you try to help me by not helping me *growl*

And now my stress is leaving my body. I’ve been building it up inside for a while and now I can “relax”, I feel I am exhausted again, can’t find any sort of motivation to do anything, not even the fun things, and all I want to do is watch TV and eat chocolate.

Oh, by the way, I also apparently overstretched my groin by taking on a “daily 7 minute work-out challenge” as my monthly goal. Ouch! It’s not too bad, but raising my right leg up does make my groin sting, so I am advised to not work out and take my rest.

I blame the hormones. I bet they know what I’m up to and they’re gearing up for battle…

Anyway, that’s what’s been keeping me busy lately. This week, so far, I’ve done nothing productive! Due to holidays and vacations, I’ve only worked 2 days and the rest was just me, TV and chocolate. But I need it.

I need my time to build strength. Just now I did an eye-opening visualisation exercise and it did make some things extremely clear. And reading and binge-watching anything that moves on my dad’s new TV screen (it’s huge, but he needed it to “be able to read the subtitles”. Don’t ask.) has helped me clear my mind as to what I want with Heart to Follow. Do I want to stop blogging? Nope. Do I want to continue the way I am blogging now? Nope.

So changes are afoot. Again. But I think everything is going to be good and positive.

I hope you’re all doing wonderful and thank you for being patient with me, for so many times, for so long already. ❤ ❤

 

 

 


 

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Heart Warmer

Okay, so this is a bit of an oldie, but it’s still good!

Thing is, I jotted down lots of Heart Warmers; whenever I saw something extraordinarily kind come by on TV I wrote it down. But then life got in the way and I only just now found my notes. Most of them are already passé, but not this one. I think.

It still warms my heart, so here’s to it warming yours!

Meet Catherine Fitzgerald, a (possibly already graduated) high school student from South Easton. Why is she so special? Well, she came up with the brilliant idea to teach sign language to police officers. She’s in her school’s criminal justice program and had to do an internship to, somehow, “give back” to society.

Having a hearing impairment herself, she knows how tough it can be, not being understood or able to communicate like so many others do. That’s why she decided to combine her personal experiences with her own unique set of skills and teach a police force the beginnings of sign language.

Thought she stopped there? Nah ah! Catherine also created a pocket handbook or dictionary for the officers to carry with them, in case they encounter someone they can sign communicate with and need a little reminder.

Catherine, you are an example to many people, me included, by making the best of what life gave you and turning it into something positive, involving the community as well. Here’s to you and thank you for being my Heart Warmer this week! ❤

 

 

 


If you want to read more about this amazing, extraordinary young woman, please go here
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Heart Warmer

I don’t know about you, but I can use a good Heart Warmer this week! Pooh, all the stress, exhaustion and more stress of late got me, well, stressed. And exhausted. But news like this sure cheers me up!

You probably know by now I am a sucker for everything fluffy and fuzzy. And that not just pandas hold a special place in my heart, but rodents as well, considering my choice of pets.

I cannot explain how I felt when I read about Simon Dell and his incredible kind new hobby: building houses for mice:

Simon one day noticed a wild mouse in the back of his garden, with only a fence between him and some of his greatest enemies: cats. The wildlife photographer decided to guard the mouse by creating an impromptu house for it and naming him George. Simon also put some wire fencing around the already existing fence to ward off any other/future cats.

This mouse-friendly man soon started to build more and cuter homes for his newly found “mouse neighbourhood”, and more mice actually moved in! For fun, Simon kept adding more details to the mouse town, such as tiny laundry lines and dining tables. The mice don’t really care, but apparently it’s fun to see them “pop in and out”.

If I were a mouse, I’d know where to reside!

I wonder though… if I can get my dad to start making these houses for my gerbils… Now that would be awesome!

Thank you Simon, for this lovely idea and these amazing photos! ❤

 

 

 


If you want to read more about this mice-tastic story or learn more about Simon, George or the other mice, please go here

 

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This Heart Warmer truly does what it’s picked for: warm your heart.

Chloe Meineck has developed a Music Memory Box which helps people with dementia to… live again. And laugh and enjoy themselves and for brief moments, get lost in lovely memories of moments long passed, but forever cherished.

How it works? Family members can gather photos and items with lots of emotional meaning for their loved one with dementia, and add computerised chips to them. These chips/items, by putting them in the centre of the box, can then each be linked to a certain song, so when next placed there that same song will play.

And these songs have remarkable effects on the person with dementia. Someone even described using the box on her mother as: “When we use the box, we get her back for a moment.”

Inspiration for this box came when Chloe noticed how her demented great-grandmother would suddenly open up and reminisce over her past when certain songs were played in her nursing home. Chloe’s great-grandmother would seemingly come alive again, sing along to the songs and tell stories of her past.

Watch the full story here:

We should never underestimate the effect music can have on our minds, bodies and souls. And in this case: our memories.

I wish I could have had a box like this when my grandfather was still alive. All the stories he could have told me or those stolen moments won back again, even for just a fraction of time ❤ I am happy more and more people can benefit from this!

I wish you all a warm, happy and musically filled week!

 

 

 


If you want to read more about this wonderful story or learn more about the Music Memory Box, please go here
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Maybe you already know about this Heart Warmer, but stories of true friendships never cease to be amazing so I had to share this.

The Australian Poss and Molly found a true friend in each other. One was lonely because she had just lost her entire litter, the other had lost her mummy and was in desperate need of someone to take care of her.

That’s right: neither Molly nor Poss is human. The first is a beagle and the latter is a possum! Nevertheless, they seem inseparable:

The two adorable yet completely different creatures found love, support and friendship in each other! Since possums are nocturnal animals, Poss is usually asleep during the day, but her foster mummy is never too far out of sight. And at night, Molly’s owners often spot their beagle and its new best friend roaming around the property together.

Cute can’t get any more super than this!

Not convinced yet? Watch the following video:

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Wishing you all a heart warming week, with lots of time to spare with your friends ❤

 

 

 


If you want to read more about Poss and Molly’s story, please go here