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byebyebridgetjones;1584007 wrote: Yeah I started on them about 8 months ago and it settled for ages, but here we go again apparently I wish I was one of those new 'sustained effort' people:HNever give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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Nana nap had.
Blood pressure back up.
What is going on?......
I don't think I'm worried about anything Mr G Thoroughly stupid answer.
Missy, there is a NSW govt initiative the name of which escapes me that offers all sorts of long distance, long term support. Usually by phone email and post.If your 8 year old self met you, would they be proud?
Rejoined life 20/5/19
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Day 1 nearly done. Down at my mum's place in Denmark, she makes it easy for me to be AF, being a teetotaller herself. Going to pop down to the local curry joint for tea. Planning our trip to Sweden will give me something to look forward to.
Dawn about your b.p bridge. Wonder why you're so high.
You'll have to rest up my dear.
Hidee ho everyone.
I'll check back again tomorrow.
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byebyebridgetjones;1584294 wrote: Good morning sweet ones.
I am being paged for taxi duty. My thoughts on return. You have time to run:H
Corri, hope you had a great time with your mum...
zoom, zoom...
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Morning Jonesy, Saucy and y'all,
I love stuff that's all about me Happs. Sounds exciting pitching your wares when it's something you're passionate about.
Expecting a reasonably detailed report ron Jones.
Lot's of rain here. Springtime in Melbourne. (incidentally, the title of me new album). Orf to Vic market later for the opening of the night market season. Bars, music, food, crafts, chicks. A lively atmosphere for yer bon vivant renaissance romantic bloke who doesn't balk at wearing a shuka bag on occassion.
Have a pearler out there. Orf for a run on the beach in the rain. Noice.
'I am part of all that I have met, yet all experience is an arch wherethro', gleams that untravelled world whose margins fade, forever and forever when I move'
Zen soul Warrior. Freedom today-
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lunchtime check in from me .... nothing to say, except it is nice to have the sun back.
Hope you woke up on Day 2 feeling good about yourself Corrie - and Angel!!
I did the first day of my 21-day meditation challenge yesterday evening and either zoned out or fell asleep, until the end bit. I want to try to do it in the morning, rather than the evening - Happy: is there a recommended time to do it? And I dug out my old yoga book last night (one of the very few books I brought with me) and will spend a couple of times a week doing some basic stuff. I need to mix up my exercise so I dont get bored - swimming, gym, walking, bike riding and yoga makes up the overall mix. I'm starting to see some results in terms of my mood and my balance and my clothes are also feeling a little more comfortable. :HNever give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn
Harriet Beecher Stowe
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Is there anything better than the salad sambo with a nice brew for lunch?
I don't think so.
Thoughts from this morning have been somewhat king hit out of me in the interim.
It went something like:
Done gunna do meditashun challinge with Mr G and Missy so's I kin git me day strate & org-nized.
Or similar.
I'll start tomorrow when it's not 'World Talk Like a Stoned Bogan Day'
Meanwhile I have bought enough fresh produce, nuts, seeds and grains to set the Blood Blister up on it's back wheels, so it'll be a cooking afternoon after calls and emails.If your 8 year old self met you, would they be proud?
Rejoined life 20/5/19
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Arvo Undies,
Now I swear that on one of my drive-bys I saw a post by Reginald asking how I was doing and suggesting I was an "emotional enigma". Of course, now I can't find the post again. How can that be? But his comment did make me LOL because I guess he's right. I tend not to wear my heart on my sleeve. I prefer to keep it firmly tucked into my back pocket and only get it out when I'm asked to provide some ID.
I haven't talked about my last days with Nigel because I didn't want to make you all cry and cry you would have. Nobody likes wet undies. So I'll just tell you a little about his last 24 hours. When it became obvious that he couldn't die here (which he really wanted to do) because of problems with pain management, he was taken to hospital in Ballabloodyrat where I also had a room in the hospital grounds. He was in and out of sleep, each time he woke up he said something profound or something funny. It was wonderful. Early on the Wednesday evening he took my hand and said "Frog, you've been here for days - why don't I just die and we can both get out of here?" I said "If that's what you want to do, go for it".
I guess all Palliative wards are special? I asked for a sleeping chair so that I could pull up right beside his bed, put my head on his pillow and my arm across his chest. I remember looking at the clock - it was 9.30pm and I was zorsted. He was asleep and I followed. For some reason I suddenly woke up, three hours later and realised he'd gone.
This was my first experience of death at close quarters. I had dreaded it. There was no need. A wonderful nurse came and helped me take off his oxygen mask and all the other bits of paraphernalia attached to his body. We changed him out of the hospital gown into his favourite t-shirt. She left and closed the door. I couldn't believe how beautiful he looked. Totally calm. At peace.
I sat with him for another five hours. I didn't want to leave him alone in the dark. I've got to tell you, Undies, that, to date, has been the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Walking out of that ward, just carrying a blue plastic bag marked 'Patient's Clothing', turning my back on a 25-year friendship and driving into the dawn knowing I'll never see him again was utterly, utterly heart-breaking.
Life goes on they say. Yep. It does. I've attended to the legal shit, the bank shit, the cremation shit. I've collected the ashes. I pulled off a pisser of a Wake with music and laughter and fine food. At times I swear I could hear his thunderous laugh.
Years ago, I imposed a hiatus on our relationship. I basically told him to bugger off, sort out his shit and not come back until he could make me laugh again. He certainly did that. I miss him. Terribly. I so used to enjoy our companionable silence. Now that silence is deafening.
So ... Underchunders ... that's my story and we NEED NOT speak of this again but I figured I owed you. Your PM's have been wonderful. ***mwah***
Now ... what's in the fridge?
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You are truly an amazing woman. that.is.all
Hiya Monkey.
Bridge try some hawthorn berry tea. Good success with leveling bp.
Back to the cheap seats.....Psalms 119:45
?Start by doing what is necessary, then what is possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible.?
St. Francis of Assisi
I'm not perfect, never will be, but better than I was and not as good as I'm going to be.
:rays:
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