Thursday, 25 August 2011

If I can help somebody while I travel along...with a word or song...Lord my living shall not be in vain...

I went for the funeral service of an elderly acquaintance of mine today. His name was Derek and we went to the same church. He was in his mid-eighties and was truly one of the nicest, warmest people I've come across in my life. He gave the biggest hugs and he had this huge smile that lit up his face. Every Sunday I was guaranteed at least a minimum of 2 hugs and lots of smiles.

As I sat in church today listening to people's memories about him, my emotions as could be expected veered between sadness and laughter, but I also felt regret. Regret for not taking the opportunity to get to know him better because he took the time out every sunday to seek me out and say hello, to ask after my health, my family and life in general. I regret not making more of an effort to seek him out especially this last year when he was poorly, to let him know I appreciated his kindness, his warmth and his endeavours to always make me feel welcome and comfortable. I especially regret missing the last church lunch he invited me to as his date. One of the last times I saw him was on a tuesday outside the supermarket across the road from church and Derek spied me, came over and asked that I follow him to the church coffee morning he was on his way to...unfortunately I couldn't go because I had pilates and we laughed about that, I promised to attend the next coffee morning but of course I didn't.

Derek wasn't just kind to me, he was kind to everybody. My mama got a hug as well but mine he laughingly always made sure was always more special. If she got a handshake, I got a hug. If she got a hug, I got a hug and a peck on the cheek. That's just how he was, charming and funny, with everybody. The memories in church today were poignant but beautiful. They spoke about a man who lived his faith, he selflessly gave of himself time and time again, visiting the sick, volunteering his time and car as transportation etc. They spoke of a man I would love to know, to learn from; a man I could have known and learnt from if only I had seen beyond my self and my world.

I am glad and thankful that I met him and knew him, even if only as an acquaintance, even if only a little, because that little was enough in it's own way.

Seeing him always put a smile on my face and as I remember you today Derek, I remember you with a smile on my face. I will miss your hugs and I pray that your soul may rest in perfect peace.


P.S - My title is from an old Mahalia Jackson gospel song. Words are simple and to the point. If you've never checked out Mahalia Jackson, please do so, especially if you like gospel music...traditional gospel. I love her rendition of the hymn 'It is well with my soul', hauntingly beautiful. Her voice is amazing.

Friday, 29 July 2011

Ridin' through this world...

I'm not a tv person, I'd rather read a good book. But every once in a while I discover a tv series I like and as I usually discover them after they have been on for years I have a lot of catching up to do. So as one with a borderline addictive insular personality I will focus completely on that series to the exclusion of all else in my life.

I have just watched the last episode of season 3 of a show called Son's of Anarchy. I have spent the last week or so watching all episodes of the 3 seasons.

SOA is a US drama series that premiered in 2008. It's about SAMCROW, an outlaw motorcycle club...think Hell's Angels.

The story-telling is fantastic. There's a Hamlet theme going on mixed in with a mafia mob like element that surrounds the club and then of course there's the drama of the complexity of human relationships, all set in what seems to be a small town in California. Even the violence shown, and quite a lot is shown, hasn't put me off the show. And to top it all off, there are a few funny lines thrown in.

Lastly SOA has hands down the best ever soundtrack I have ever heard on any tv program. Every single song played complements the scene(s) it accompanies and the lyrics...wow, just wow.

I'm just going to end by saying SOA rocks and season four can't get here too soon for me.

Title - it's from the theme song of SOA This Life.

P.S - third or fourth post in a week....hmmm...is the drought over?

I believe the children are the future...

Kids...lets talk kids.

There's this rumour going round I don't like kids, the human variety not the animal...though some of the human ones I've come across are no better in behaviour than the animal ones.

But seriously I don't not like kids. I just lack the patience that's required to deal with them.

I need to put a caveat here now, the fact that my niece and nephew are around at the moment has absolutely no bearing whatsoever on my decision to write this post :)

I love Osqd and thankfully they know the aunt they've got and accept me and my rules and quirks. I love them even more now they are getting older and I can relate to them on a level that makes sense. Also they are my family, it's kind of a requirement that I love them.

I will confess though that I barely had interest in them as babies. I mean I loved them in that abstract way you love family members but they were babies and I don't do babies. I can't relate to them. They don't talk, they can't talk...so what do you do with them, how do you know what they want...and they cry all the damn time...for everything...you know..because they can't talk!!!!

But I don't hate babies, I just don't get them. Call me when they turn between 2-4 and start to speak a language I can decipher, I'd much rather 6-8 though when they start to reason properly and understand that tantrums don't work with me....Osqd are such a joy to be with now :).

Also what's with the need of parents to inform you on every single perceived milestone their baby reaches. OMG he/she smiled, they send a picture via bb. OMG he/she sat up, sending a picture. OMG he/she looks so cute in this outfit you got him/her, here's a picture. OMG he/she...he/she...erm he/she...whatever...he/she's alive...did you get the picture?

And then of course I feel pressured to reply to the bbm's, thank God for smileys.

I will take this time to apologise to my friends and family for not enquiring frequently about their kids...it's just well...erm...yeah...I got the pictures though.

Anyway I just thought I'd put it out there once and for all. I don't hate kids. I would like to have kids at some point and BGG I will. And I promise to inform all and sundry about his/her every detail...yep get ready folks cos it'll be payback time :)

Thursday, 28 July 2011

Ground control to Major Tom....can you hear me Major Tom?

Is anyone out there? Is there anyone actually reading this blog?

I know a few people have checked it out and a couple of people drop by often, but it's hard to know if there are any regular followers as people absolutely refuse to comment or give feedback. Here I am valiantly overcoming my shy introvert personality and putting my innermost thoughts...well almost innermost :)...on the world wide web and no comments...seriously no comments....note - the SC post doesn't count!!!

How am I supposed to know if my writing (fiction and non-fiction) is good if I don't get feedback. Constructive criticism is always appreciated especially with the fiction posts....please no smart alec pointing out the obvious re the scarcity of fiction posts.

P.S - The lyrics of the David Bowie song in my title doesn't/don't/whateveritslatemygrammarsshot really relate to this post but when I was thinking about a title for the post this song popped into my head. Interprete as you please :)

Also someone suggested I stop with the musical titles. Haven't decided if I will or won't as I didn't intend it to be a pattern but my heads full of music most of the time so that's what comes up when I'm thinking title's. I guess I'll see how it goes.                                                      

Saturday, 23 July 2011

Sometimes I get nervous when I see an open door...

It's been a while since I've been here.

A lot of reasons why...been busy, family's around, not been inspired & truthfully just been lazy. But today I was listening to the song Human by The Killers and the line - 'sometimes I get nervous when I see an open door' - struck a chord within.

I hate change, I always have. I get a sick feeling in my stomach when I start anything new - school, work, friendship, relationship etc. I may not like where I am at but for me it's better the devil you know. I hate stress, I like being comfortable and if I'm nervous I'm far from comfortable.

I am also sadly a control freak. I like things just so and if they aren't just so, it feels like my world is off kilter and I hate that. As you can imagine when it's something new it's not just so, it takes a while for you to get your bearings and figure things out. I don't like that, I like being comfortable all the damn time!!!

So how do you live in a world that's in a constant state of change. According to The Killers you 'close your eyes, clear your heart, cut the cord'...me, I prefer thinking worst case scenario and then doing what needs to be done. If worst case scenario doesn't occur, then it's all good and at some point I find my bearings and institute control over my new state of affairs.

Sunday, 19 June 2011

My So Called Sickle Cell Disordered life

Today, June 19, is World Sickle Cell day. A day that's meant to be used to raise awareness of the disease. So this is me, a sickler (a person who has sickle cell disorder), doing my bit for SC day.

I am not going to go into the medical definition of SCD, I'm going to assume that if you are savvy enough to get onto this blog then you are savvy enough to google SCD. What I am going to do is give an insight into how SCD has impacted my life or rather what it's like living with SCD.

It's not something I'm used to talking about unless asked so here's hoping this post makes sense.

The main symptom of SCD for me has been pain, from mild aches to excruciating 'kill me now please' pain. And it can strike anywhere, I've experienced joint pain (all joints), back pain, chest pain, head pain, tail-bone (the absolute worst hands down), pelvic (gives tail bone a good run for its money) and collarbone (right up there with pelvic and tail bone in terms of discomfort and intensity).

I'm going to pause here and go a bit medical, the reason for the pain is that my red blood cells have gone into a sickle shape as opposed to the normal disc shape red blood cells usually are. Why do they go into a sickle shape? Google.

So the red blood cells go sickle shape and this causes an episode of pain which in the SCD world is referred to as a 'crisis'. Now most medical personnel I have come across in my thirtysomething odd years tend to term all episodes of pain as crisis. I don't do that, and I don't think many sicklers do. For me a crisis is when the pain is more than a mild ache and over the counter drugs (paracetamol, ibuprofen etc) don't do shit.

Please note, a crisis does not always mean I will be hospitalised. I have dealt with plenty of crisis's at home, as long as I had prescription only pain killers, some form of heat compress, lots of drinking water, and most importantly my Mama.

However, for me and I'm guessing most sicklers, there's a point of no return, when you realise that you are only going to get relief if you get to a hospital asap. A good hospital I should state here, unfortunately with SCD, only experience will teach you which hospitals to avoid like the plague, *coughqe2cough*.

Now friends, families & well-wishers who are around when the sickler has reached the point of no return...there's one simple rule you need to obey....do not ask how the pain is, infact I personally would prefer it if you don't speak at all. If I voluntarily ask to go to the hospital (usually at about 4 or 5am for some unfathomable reason) common sense ought to tell you the pain is effing bad. Also medical personnel at A&E, why do you persist in asking me what number the pain is on a scale of 1-10, if I'm in A&E at 4 or 5am, the pain is a flippin 15...off the damn scale so just give me the morphine, hook up the fluids, get me a bed and shut up.

P.S - I would prefer you also hook up a PCA (patient-controlled analgesia) so I don't have to look for a nurse who'll have to look for the registrar on night duty who is usually far far away somewhere before I can get another shot of the good stuff.

Now the reason I would prefer that people not speak to me when I'm having a crisis especially a 'kill me now please' crisis is simple. The pain is bad, really bad. It hurts to speak, it hurts to think. I am in a bubble of pain and all I want is to get out of it, I will even settle for just taking the edge off the pain, which is what that first shot of morphine in A&E usually does... if you're lucky (unfortunately I have been unlucky many times...once KK joked that the morphine in one hospital must have been fake because they gave me a lot of shots and that bubble stayed intact... *coughqe2cough*).

It should be noted that episodes of crisis is not the only impact SCD can have on your life. It can also cause many other complications. One of which for me, has been AVN (avascular necrosis)....google it. I'm not going to go into this suffice to say I've had to have a hip replacement and I'm probably looking at a shoulder replacement. On the plus side though I've saved a LOT of money on handbags as I prefer not to put weight on my shoulder so I rarely carry them.

You would think that crisis and avn are the worst things for me when it comes to SCD. But they are not, the absolute worst is the mental effect it has had. SCD has the ability to destroy plans and disrupt your life and because of this you live in a state of fear. For example, a crisis can strike at anytime without any warning, so you are constantly on edge, aware of any and every twinge that occurs in your body...it's exhausting. If you pay attention as a sickler, you discover your triggers (what is likely to bring on a crisis), for me it's - stress, sudden change of weather (hot to cold, cold to hot, anything), menstrual pain, and infection. So I am on the constant watch out, unfortunately the damn thing could still strike anyway no matter how careful I've been.

So over the years you deal with...missed school, missed work (or powering through the pain because you don't want to miss an exam or the first day of work, Aelex); missed aeroplane flights therefore missed holidays (or you take the flight anyway because the pain struck on the day you are flying so you cry and pray your way through the flight); missed weddings and parties (or attending the wedding anyway because you are the Chief Bridesmaid, luckily Ookc was a star and didn't mind having a completely useless CB); missed being part of the carnival in primary 2, missed playing with the abacus in nursery 1 (and they wonder why I'm bad at maths???).

**Please note exceptions above can only happen when the pain is less than 'kill me now please', at that stage you can barely function, just breathing is an achievement!!!

But it hasn't been all bad. I've been lucky with my family, friends & well-wishers who are an amazing bunch. Especially Big V & Mama who never ever let me feel like I was less than anyone else, anything KK could do I was allowed to do....well except rough play. I remember missing most of Form 5 in secondary school and Big V being told by the school that I would have to repeat the form, he assured them (without consulting me) that I would keep up, that they either put me in Form 6 or I would be leaving the school, repeating was not an option. I kept up.

This post is now getting too damn long and though there are loads more issues I should mention (e.g being constantly tired because sicklers have low haemoglobin levels), I am getting tired talking SCD.

So I'm going to end by saying that my life as a sickler has been pretty damn good despite the crisis and the avn and other stuff. I wouldn't change it at all.

Also last year I decided to go on this wonderful drug called Hydroxyurea which is meant to reduce the intensity and number of crisis episodes... today is 361 days crisis free :)

P.S- Every sickler is different therefore every sickler's experience with SCD is different, as such though I'm reacting positively to Hydroxyurea it doesn't work for everyone. Also I still get achey but no crisis so I'm a happy camper.

Thursday, 9 June 2011

Outside I'm masquerading...

They see the smile on my face,
They assume there's strength within.

'It's not strength' I want to tell them, 'It's surviving',
The world didn't give me a choice but to survive.

I'm screaming within, weeping, crying out,
Hear me, See me, Feel me, HELP ME!!!

But they see the smile on my face,
They assume there's strength within.


Title - The Tracks Of My Tears by Smokey Robinson