Gettin used to the New Normal (or not)

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Finally got internet so can get back on here and chat (oh no, too many words I hear you say) Ha ha I have got a week's worth....!

I love my new house. It is dirty and needs new everything but I love it. What I love best of all is that things work.... those of you that have been reading these tomes all along know that often in Little My's world Mr Sod Law likes to visit and stuff goes wrong at annoying times... well.. without wanting to tempt fate, recently things seem to be going very smoothly so far....

The phone came on when they said it would. Broadband a day early. Only me and a bowl got broken in the move (last time it was half the house!) and stuff works.

We have a toilet that flushes...and whatever is in there goes down it (apparently, I wouldn't know of course having baggy to play with) The taps spew forth hot water straight away.... the house is warm and has central heating. There are not mice and moths and damp patches and mould on the walls.

At this point some of you might be thinking that I used to live in Basra or somewhere..and is Wales that backwards... .not quite...  just a ramshackled house in the middle of nowhere that we didn't have the money to fix and it had stuff that didn't work and no mains stuff etc. Our old loo took 2 hours to fill after you flushed it, and in the meantime buckets needed to be employed and even if it did flush, buckets needed to be employed to actually flush in the way it is meant to work and as we had no water pressure, it would take quite a long time to fill the bucket... remembering I was a right little sh*tter in those days too pre-baggy and you can see why I spent half my life in the bathroom and seem to be obsessed with toilets. Also we had a cesspit that meant we then had to pay someone (a nice man called Phil as it happens) to come up and suck up all that water etc and take it away...

So, Little My is  marvelling at the water gushing out of the taps and the loo that flushes and the lack of mould and moths etc and a roof that doesn't leak... I do wonder if the bloke that bought our house is now sitting there thinking what did I do that for?

We are within walking distance of shops and pubs and stuff and that is so exciting! And the walk is beautiful along the river (only 10 mins for me, 5 mins for a human who can walk like a human) We don't have a cooker yet (tomorrow's fun day out to the scary hated cooker shop aka Curry's) so am living off takeaways that I walk to get!!! Yum. Haven't lost my junk food cravings yet so happy to have the excuse to eat rubbish for a week. ha ha .

I am so easily pleased.

Wondered if walking 5 mins to the kebab shop and back counts as exercise in Mac's book?

Actually that is a tricky one. Exercise say Macland. Will stop Hefty coming back. Do weight lifting bone density type exercises says GC to stop osteoporosis developing...

I lift a box and I spill my guts literally rather than metaphorically which is not good and now stoma nurse threatens me with nasty things and hospital beds etc if I lift more than a nug of coffee (I was expecting her to say and only half a mug!) so how do I exercise? Is it a choice? busting your guts or squashy bones? hmmm. Hence walking to the shops- at least I seem to be able to still walk, even if I do have to sit on a few of my new neighbour's walls to get my breath back and sometimes P comes with me for a walk and we haven't done that since M was a baby and that feels good. this is an old normal I am glad to see return... cancer made us find eachother again and for that, I am grateful.

I am loving the semblance of normalilty at work though not being able to carry my huge school bag or computer around reminds me constantly how un normal I am. trouble is, it is like you get a taste of it and it makes you want more and to be able to do more. Do you know what I mean?

melancholic alert..... grab a drink while you are at it- I would!

When your bum is burned off and you can't sit down and live in a morphine haze you are happy to be alive and look at clouds. When you can sit and walk etc and are allowed to go back out into te world and do a ittle bit of work, it starts to feel normal and you remember why you liked your life and its crazy annoying normal stuff and you want to do it. But you can't cos you get too tired and you can't lift anything and that is frustrating... very frustrating for a Little My who was brought up to fend for herself and do everything and be strong and tough and if a boy can lift it, then so can you etc... and of course not everyone knows about my lingering side effects and only a few know about me doing my impersonation of a sausage factory cos its not something you shout out in the staffroom is it? Hey guess what? my intestines popped out and I can't lift stuff... so at the end of the meeting, I stood up and looked forlornly at my chair hoping someone who knew would come over and pick it up for me but they didn't see and I had to ask the lady sitting next to me who has a bad back and I normally carry stuff for her... and it wrankles.

That turned into a bit of a moan and I didn't mean it to... just a bit frustrated cos we have got a new house that needs painting and boxes to unpack and I'm itching to do it all and can't and there is a conference i wanted to go to next week and can't and we did tug of war at school yesterday for our Harvest festival thing and my class wanted me to help them (cos I am strong) and I had to say no even though  GC says he can't see Hefty but its not that simple is it..... I guess this is the new normal I was waiting to see. Ho hum.

My bum hurts. Did we want to know that you say? Probably not. Well, only cos I can see it starting again... it hurts like it did when Hefty was up there. I am going to GC in 2 weeks to play hunt the rolo as usual and there is that little voice in the back of your head that is already starting with... what if it hurts cos Hefty is coming back... and then I think he can't come back so quick, but then again, GC wouldn't want to check in a month if there was no point would he? And as I said in warped, I am not progressing onto the new Rolo biscuits whatever Sunny suggests.

So new normal... not doing stuff and I guess I will have to get used to still worrying a bit about what GC will find. But my other new normal is coooooooooool! I have a toilet that flushes and hot water and the best bit is this was a 'downsizing' activity to pay off debts and have some money left over etc so I bought the nice bracelet I have been drooling over for ages and I am going to treat myself to the charms/bead things as celebrations for aniversaries of no Hefty and if he comes back then I will get one as a comiseration present (win- win ha ha like it?) and I got the most lovely shiny red coffee machine that looks retro and froths milk etc and a new toaster and we can go out and get nice duvet covers instead of the value range sod the pattern, is it cheap type. I know it might sound a bit shallow but it is nice to be able to get things that work and are beautiful and I do agree with whatsisface who said about surrounding yourself with things that are useful and/or beautiful...

Off to carefully unpack boxes one tiny thing at a time and to paint walls with the tiny brush and with my big hold it all in pants on... ok? no leg slaps???

Love to you all and housewarming drinks and snacks tonight.,,

Big hug

Little My xxx

now what do I call this one? Oh you will know cos I will have done it by the time you read it...

 

 

 

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  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Errrrrrrrrm! Big sis here! What happened to the painting fairy??????

    You can go and spend money....choose cooker, squidgy cushions etc., but someone has to wear in those squidgy cushions.............YOU! Take it steady with the unpacking, and don't lift or stretch too much.

    Think the checked lumberjack shirt and tartan trolley could be a fantasic look LM :-)

    xxxxxxxxxx

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    My inner five-year-old is laughing so hard at the words 'big chopper'.

    - Hilary xxx

  • FormerMember
    FormerMember

    Sunny: Formaldehyde? you might pickle yourself with it... that's a good one... dunk your whole body in it and live forever ha ha.

     I am also sniggering at the words big chopper...  I did look comical as being the only female lumberjack in the whole of Sweden, the clothing was a tad on the large side for a vertically challenged Little My... trousers up to your armpits etc... no big choppers or bikes but a chainsaw and huge biceps.... which were also quite funny. I never had you down as a gym bunny Sunny... ha ha. I am meant to become one now to prevent my bones from collapsing, but can't face it yet and baggy has put a stop to thoughts of that for now... phew!

    Stinker, I didn't lift the cover but the trip to the scary white goods shop with trolls manning it deserves a blog to itself... back home sitting down ok? (well, for now... need to assist a paint fairy later)

    Hilary.. snigger.

    Little My xxxx