You know those times when you sit back & go “holy shit, I’m buggered!”? Yeah, that’s how I’m feeling right now & it’s only 2:24pm. This weekend has been larger than we’re used to, by any means. It’s housed Monkey’s 5th birthday party, a surprise 60th, our 1st wedding anniversary, Australia Day (& its celebrations) & ended with Monkey’s actual birthday. I don’t think I have any more room left in my body for depleted energy. The one thing I constantly read is “make sure you listen to your body & get enough rest”….. Sometimes it’s easier said than done, & right now that’s where I’m at.
January 26th is our date – chosen initially so that we would always remember the date due to it being Australia Day. As it turned out, we’ll be sure to never forget any portion of our day with thanks to the weather. Here’s a sneak at what I’m talking about….
The rain’s are ‘ere!!
The rain was said to be cleansing. I’m not sure about old wives tales like that, however, but what I do know that in the last 12 months, we, as a family, have endured so many challenges & seen so many beautiful up’s, & many nasty down’s but we stand stronger than ever. I have learnt a lot about myself, & what my strengths & weaknesses are. Without Ape though, I wouldn’t have come this far & for that, I am so grateful.
To my huzboss, thank you for standing by me, for making me realise what I can & can’t do, what I want, what I need. Thank you for putting up with me, dealing with my moods, my hair falling out all over the joint, getting grossed out at my farts & always making me laugh. I love you.
Over & out.
Sometimes the best feeling in the world is when you can prove someone wrong. For me, it’s currently the want, maybe it’s more the need, to prove the medical practitioners wrong. Why have I set my sights on the doctors? Maybe it should be the drug companies I want to bring down. Whoever it is, I am doing what’s right by my body to heal it. The fix the root problem – not mask the symptoms.
Over the last 6 months I have done alot of research about Rheumatoid Arthritis & natural healing for RA, & there is so so much on the internet that gives so many options & so much information to us for free about healing our bodies & reducing disease. I was diagnosed with RA after a really bad anxiety attack that was a sobbing blubbering mess marathon for 13 hours.
On instagram I follow a fair few people that have autoimmune disorders (I like that word better than disease, as I makes me feel more strongly that it’s something that can be cured.) & on facebook I follow a couple of pages about RA & differing autoimmune issues, but I have found that 98% of people are so heavily reliant on the medication that they are being prescribed which is giving off umpteen side effects which then require more medication. There’s a balding little fat guy sitting behind a big wooden desk with a mini globe on it & lots of little pins in different parts of the word that is rubbing his hands profusely with the money that he is making from our illnesses.
I don’t know about you, but I am learning what my body does & doesn’t like, & I am going with those instincts. I have bad trigger foods. I have good trigger foods. The baddies are not touched, the goodies are overindulged in. I will not count calories with health. I “enjoy” a smoothie a day, occasionally skipping a day as I get sick of the texture, & eating bucketloads of good stuff. Lots of fruit, lots of vegies. I love chia ‘pudding’. I love my quinoa salads. I also ensure that I am boosting my immune system with the right types of supplements – each day I take krill oil, chlorella, flax seed oil or olive leaf extract & a probiotic. I have also been making kombucha (which I looove!) & testing the different flavours with the tea I make it with versus the fruit I may extend the fermentation with after. I have also learnt to manage my stress levels, which is my biggest challenge as my RA flares up substantially when I’m not feeling 100%. It has taken me 11 months so far to understand these things & work & tweak as I go. I would easily say that I am about 50% better now, than I was this time last year.
Something else I’ve done is put those “non-believers” into a box, opening it only to put the next person in. There are friends, family & strangers in there. Blunt, I know, but when it comes to people that would rather criticize me than question before making an educated assumption, I have no time for them (see note above about managing stress). This list will grow too, as I get to know more of my trigger beings.
Over & out.
It’s incredible the immediate influence someone (or thing even) can have on a child. Monkey was given his very own “special smoothie only” mason ball style jar with a very swanky straw. On the trip home I was informed I was “taking too long” & reminded that I had “2 very lovely friends who are so kind”. Long story short, the only smoothies I was successfully able to get Monkey to drink were Slurpies, which aren’t smoothies at all….. Now. Well, now. It’s a whole different ball game. The kid makes his own concoction & happily drinks it all!
Over & out.
we are all in this together
There will always be a time that we, as people, will always battle with guilt in some way. It’s inevitable. Unless, of course, if you have no care for anyone or anything outside of you – but these people are [luckily] few.
I’ve hit the wall in the last few weeks.
Maybe it’s because of the “treatment” I’m undertaking for my RA (Rheumatoid Arthritis). I’ve not been one for medicating whenever possible. Maybe it’s because of the pressure we’ve been under for the last 3 years & it’s all just getting too much. Maybe it’s because I’m working 2 jobs, have dreams of making my own business successful, trying to remain the housewife & mum that I’ve longed to be. Maybe it’s seeing that Ape is so unsettled & unhappy. Maybe it’s the thought of Monkey going to BIG SCHOOL next year! Maybe it’s just all of this & it’s come to a head.
I had to leave work early yesterday as Monkey is unwell. I felt guilty dropping him off, then relief when I drove away as I know he’s in good hands. BUT! (There’s always a but.) Then the guilts returned with the “I should be the one watching him”, “I hate being a working mum, I just want to be with my child”, “Why am I never there for him?”. All the thoughts & more spinning around. Getting their toxic pants on for a mega toxic party in my head. As the afternoon drew on, I started to settle after seeing the doctor, & getting back in to the swing of just being there for our one&only.
Today Monkey & I are recovering. Him from his breathing difficulties overnight & incredibly realistic “barking dog cough”. Me, from lack of sleep again. We are at peace (for now), with only a tingle of guilt (for the work to catch up on tomorrow) as I am in my happy place, & Monkey is in his. Sometimes it’s like these things happen to remind us to slow down.
Over & out.