It’s been 7 weeks since my last
confession post. I have excuses galore. There are mitigating circumstances.
I’m keen to keep bums on seats, not wishing to see anyone wander off back to the foyer for snacks, never to return. So let’s bring you up to speed…….
The initial factor in my absence was the existential crisis experienced by our laptop. A shared piece of apparatus that curled up its toes almost immediately after I published the new improved version of my diddy ebook. (It’s more of a pamphlet really, but even pamphlets are at their best when formatted correctly, including pictures large enough to view with the naked eye). We were left staring at what appeared to be the black hole through which our laptop had disappeared. It took my ebook with it.
Fortunately, I was able to access the published version via my phone.
Unfortunately, there were some issues. Only made apparent after my carefully crafted file had been converted for publication by clever Kindle Elves. So my planned ‘Ta Da!’ fell somewhat flat. I can’t fix the issues without a decent size screen and proper keyboard, so my planned ‘Hey, look at this!’ re-launch and subsequent plugs have been put on hold.
And the thought of putting together ANY kind of post just to keep the printing presses rolling, just using my phone…….well…….let me swim through that vat of treacle first.
But, as you may rightly deduce, the laptop has been brought back to life, this is me using it here. See? We don’t know where it went. Or why. But we (my partner and some clever people he bribed with biscuits) have brought it back from the brink. All we have to do now is remind it of everything it knew before and everything it could do. No mean feat. But the skeletal version of its former self, these bare bones, are enabling me to compose with relative ease. Watch this space for the fixed version of that ebook.
So whilst the disappointment, logistical tangle and surprisingly large hole in our lives was being felt over Laptop Loss, the Universe kept us on our toes, fear risk of boredom setting in…….
There was a death in the family and subsequent funeral.
A parental stroke.
And just in case our nerves weren’t frazzled enough; a recall for further testing due to a suspicious looking mammogram.
So, out of curiosity, how was everyone else’s first week of September?
The death and funeral was a Great Nan, matriarch of 5 generations and herself 99¾. The parental stroke was a lucky escape, but forgive me that it’s not a subject for discussion here. And the suspicious mammogram recall? Well, that was a whole new level of humiliation and indignity not previously encountered. The ‘shit just got real’ quivering bag of nerves was a bonus handout.
I’ll start at the end by saying I’m ‘benign’. It’s how we’d all want to be in life really isn’t it?
Having gone through some very thorough probing, imaging and biopsy-ing, with 2 separate ‘alarm bells’ to silence, it was the result wished for of course. The doctors and leaflets quote all kinds of statistics. I found myself on the wrong side of them at each step. Until it really really counted. Alas, I’m left with the uneasy feeling that when it really really counted, one of the other ladies I waited nervously with may not have been so lucky. I can only wish them the very best outcome and the very best of everything.
The care and compassion shown by the medical team at each stage was a thing of beauty. So I’d like to take this opportunity to shout out Bravo! to our marvellous NHS. We should never take what they provide or achieve for granted. Just 100 years ago, at my age now, I’d have pretty much reached the average life-expectancy. And here I am potentially, ambitiously, just past the halfway mark. We have much to be thankful for.
So that’s where I’ve been.
On the upside, it’s given me something to write about whilst I get back to ‘Plan A’. Whatever that was. (The plan is there is no plan). I know many people like a chatty, personal post. As do I, (though journaling is not my fake newspaper’s primary function). I’m a fairly private person. I’m also very much a ‘don’t like to make a big deal out of a big deal’ kinda gal, so in my real life, little is drawn from me. I usually make the big deal after the dust has settled! Yet here I am telling a world of strangers some very personal information that only 3 people in my real life knew. How strange.
I’ve kept up with blog reading on my phone, commenting here and there, not wanting to lose touch. And have dipped frequently into Twitter to keep The Lockwood Echo buoyant and informed. Sometimes I’ve spent all day there, sipping cocktails, cooling my toes in the pool whilst I read heated debate and watched raccoons scale tall buildings.
We’re now at my favourite time of year. October brings celebrations and camping trips. So I’ll be doing some of that till we meet back here.
Thankyou for reading. Be happy. Be kind. Stay safe.