Beth's Stuff, of a Random Nature

You only realise what you've got when it's gone

It's what my GP said to me just yesterday. I mentioned I could happily lay awake all night just moving my left leg around the bed feeling the cool cotton sheets. It's almost sensuous. Not a word I'd use to describe your ordinary bog standard bed sheets usually. However stick a cast on your lower leg and foot for 3 months and you'll see what I mean. In fact the first night without the cast I did just that.  read more ...   (28/07/11)

 

Infrequent updating

It's really been a horrible time these last few months. Breaking my foot was really the icing on the cake, a drunk f$%^wit's status Staffie out of control and an instant reaction which led me to 3 months in a lower leg cast I could have done without. No really. To be drip fed little, or wrong, information from the medical professionals supposedly looking after it... meant I was very grateful when Paul dragged my 'woe is me' sorry arse to the docs to deal with the depression that's been building a while. Happy drugs aren't really the answer but they do help. Being able to walk without lots of pain and a limp would be better however. Surgeon said foot will take a year for it to be anywhere near 'normal' again.  read more ...   (16/07/11)

 

Interesting colours

6 days on.

  (18/04/11)

 

Ouch!

Fractured 4th metatarsal, the effects of getting the way of an attacking staffie.

  (13/04/11)

 

A year of Humira

A year to the day. 22nd December last year I started on Humira, the other Crohn's treatments were just horrible, horrible and nasty, or plain zombifying! So it wasn't easy to start yet another drug and honestly I was scared witless. I wasn't too keen on injecting it myself either but it promised great things and there weren't many other options on the table. I actually chose it; I was asked Remicade or Humira? The former means going into hospital every 8weeks for half-a-day to have a mouse/human chimeric antibody infused into you. The latter inject yourself at home with the fully humanised antibody every two weeks with a point and click pen style injector.  read more ...   (22/12/10)

 

Jake Oldham, 6th January 2001 - 16th October 2010

Jake came to us from Poplar Farm kennels where he found himself after his previous Mom and Dad had to hand him in. They were out at work all day and he just never got used to being alone, nearly chewing his way through a door was the signal that started his journey to us.  read more ...

  (16/10/10)

 

Good Days

We were in the park the other afternoon and bumped into some friends we haven't chatted to for a while, and one of them asked how I am... Which, thinking about it, made me realise how many good days I'm having now compared to just a few months ago. Back then I'd have said I thought I was 'alright, doing okay'. You know how it is, some people ask but they don't really want to know, it's just exchanging pleasantries. It's pretty rare now that I head for an afternoon siesta. I can do stuff around the house and not feel totally exhausted afterwards. Brain seems alive too. It's a nice feeling.   (24/09/10)

 

Crinkle Crags, Bowfell, and a Wildcamp

I felt it time for another wildcamp, and hopefully a good walk the next day. I knew there was plenty of scope for camping anywhere around Red Tarn, and pretty much onwards up to Crinkle Crags from my walk a few weeks ago, then in thick cloud and rain. The weather forecast was for clearing skies overnight leading to possible ground frost in some valleys and high temperatures the next day. Sounded ideal. The journey up the A1 and across the bottom of the Dales was a little tedious and with my not-so-early start it was late afternoon by the time I got to Three Shire Stone at the top of Wrynose Pass. With everyone off back home for the day, or indeed the end of their weekend I didn't have any trouble getting a parking space.  read more ...

  (31/08/10)

 

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