As I stepped through the double doors that led to the sports hall I knew I was either just about to do something incredibly awesome, or awesomely stupid. After two diagnoses, more hospital visits that I can remember, and a full twelve months worth of distance, I I had decided to return to Roller Derby.
Now, I’m not crazy; I am well acquainted with the sport and know full well that I’d be pushing my luck straight off a cliff if I recklessly attempted to become a player, again. No, this time I planned to step into the oval as a trainee referee. Continue reading “Wheels, Pain & The First Avenger”
If we were having coffee I would probably be face down on the table telling you that I’d experienced the best worst night in a long time.
Continue reading “Make Mine A Seltzer “
The last time we made official plans for New Year’s Eve was in 2012. My significant other and I had been celebrating locally for a while, but as a non-drinker, I felt a tad awkward continually turning down offers of champagne from strangers. So that year I decided we would do something different- something that both of us could enjoy, even if it meant that the journey home would be a bit of a mission. I checked the menu, booked our tickets and started to work on the pattern for my new frock.
Then I took some poor medical advice…
Continue reading “Not Going Out?”
I’m going to try really hard not to make this a rant but, be warned, for reasons I am bizarrely unsure of, I am in full Grinch mode this Christmas. It’s either due to the medical treatment I’m currently undergoing, or an unexpected lack of Ice Hockey… Continue reading “3 Tips On How To Treat Your Chronically Ill Guest At Christmas”
I’ve always hated to-do lists. Rather than being a gentle reminder of the tasks I had yet to complete, they loomed over me like a book of judgement: solid black and white evidence of my own befuddlement, poor will power or plain, old-fashioned laziness. It would never matter how many items that were crossed off as completed – any gaps made me feel as though I had allowed the day to go to waste, particularly if it was some of the items at the top of the list that had been left in fruition limbo. The troubling thing is that those feelings of failure and inadequacy were already prevalent before my health completely caved in… Continue reading “Even Baby Steps Can Take You Somewhere”
I feel as though I’ve been having the same conversation with The Bear since last November… Continue reading “Confused, Or Just Not Listening?”
I am mentally preparing myself for a weekend of newspaper, tin foil and Manic Panic… Continue reading “Dye Hair, Dye!”