Blogging Therapy…

I keep trying to write a post.  This is my third attempt –  two in the trash so far – probably another one to follow it.

I’ve something I want to write about  – an almost cathartic need…I start but then get all tied up in my head and find it hard to actually make any sense.  And if I do manage to ‘get it all out’, will I be brave enough to click the ‘Publish’ button – putting some of this down on ‘virtual paper’ – and sharing it – isn’t comfortable – or easy.  I honestly think it’s better out than in though…

Oh well…here goes…

I’m seriously fed up of not being able to find work.  My last job finished at the end of July last year, and I’m getting absolutely nowhere.  I didn’t choose to stop working – I’m not starting a family or retiring.

We need me to work.  We need the money I bring in. I’ve got to find work.  Our blessing at the moment is Mike’s current contract which is covering all our outgoings.

A little voice inside my head keeps wittering on at me – I’ve spent over 20 years of my working life wishing I didn’t have to or need to work.  I’d tell myself if I wasn’t working I’d have time to do things I never had time or energy to do.  Keep the house looking nice – you know, dust…vacuum all those Read the rest of this entry »

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‘We Interrupt Our Usual Programming…’

I’ve found it really hard this week to write anything on my blogs.  A mixture of apathy and illness have left me feeling sorry for myself in general.

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There’s a pretty nasty little bug going around at the moment and I’ve got it (again) – sinus infection / chest infection – both have left me pretty much a sleep deprived, unsociable and unpleasantly noisy gunk monster (I know…too much information…).

Cough mixture , menthol lozenges and paracetamol are my bosom pals.  I’m even attempting to sleep propped upright (my last resort when it’s bad like this), but that just means what little sleep I get (almost free of feeling like I’ve got an elephant sat on my chest pricking my lungs with a very sharp knitting needle), isn’t exactly ‘quality’.

This is the third time it’s visited since December – the dratted thing thinks I’m an hotel!  (No matter what anyone says about ‘h’s’ being treated like vowels and needing an ‘an’ rather than an ‘a’ before them, that just looks so wrong!).  My immune system is usually pretty hardy, but this one is punching through my defences…I blame it on having my appendix out last October… Grrrrr…..!  Even my poor husband has almost gotten to the end of his tether with my  cough-cough-coughing through the night.  I think it might be getting a little bit better though – just a little…

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