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If anyone ever wants to make podfic of any of my stories you have blanket permission to do so. The exception being any co-writes, in which case you'll have to ask the permission of the other writer.

This masterlist is very out of date. All my stories are now uploaded at A03.
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I had an excellent time at Camp Sparkle. I got to stay for four days, which was all kinds of great as I got to hang with some very excellent people who I really don't see often enough. It was the 10th Camp Sparkle, which is amazing. All those years of sparkly meet-ups, and [personal profile] nopseud and [personal profile] pensnest deserve multiple gold stars for making them happen, because man, I can't even begin to imagine how difficult they must be to organise.

While at Camp I went on a steam train to Whitby, where it bucketed it down, but thankfully the rain eased off after dinner, so I got to wander Whitby with James and [personal profile] sperrywink, ending up having a drink in a relatively warm and sun lit courtyard.

Went to check out Castle Howard, which had beautiful gardens and a really interesting castle.

Had a quick trip to Filey, before the moderately tidy BBQ on the night, where the food was plentiful and tasty and everyone looked smart as carrots.

Then sadly had to go home before the others, but stopped off at Scarborough on the way back.

The week before I went nanna was admitted to hospital again as she couldn't move her leg. The news was pretty bleak at one point. We were calling Pauline on the night and at one point I was starting to think we'd have to leave early to see her one last time. Then, between one day and the next she perked right up. Since I've been home she's found out she's actually got two breaks in her back, old ones that probably happened when she fell four years ago. I'm not sure what's going to happen, but am hoping she'll be transferred to the rehab centre which is set up for periods between hospital and home. Especially so as the centre is in the same building as my gym.

It was a year for my weight loss op two days ago. This time last year I was just coming home with no idea how my life was going to change so amazingly. I won't give figures as I have my one year post op appointment next month and will take numbers lost from then, but know, I could walk for a long time and at ease while I was at Camp. I even sat in the middle of a three person row in the mini bus and didn't squash the people on both sides. Silly things like that remain amazing to me. But yeah, I did post a face-to-face pic on Insta if you'd like to see, which is here.
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It's been a while. In brief.

Nanna fell over, was in hospital but is now home again but very frail. She's bruised herself terribly and knocked her confidence. She's always said she'd die when she was 97 and is now saying she wishes it would hurry up and come, and yesterday was talking about her will :(

Mam was ill, got better, got ill again, and yesterday was sure she'd end up in hospital if she saw the doctor again. She seems a bit better today though, so fingers crossed.

James had a terrible chest infection. Thought he was better, managed all of an hour at work and was sent home again, and is still off now.

I had a horrible stomach bug, but thankfully am fine now.

James had two hospital appointments last week. The first for his hand, where his consultant suggested operating on his ligaments again to try and address the fact two fingers don't move much. Considering we were both sure all ops were over in terms of his hand, that was a shock. He also saw the back specialist who suggested getting pain killing injections as a day case. Except, mam keeps saying how she knows people who had them done and they ruined their lives, so we're up in the air about that.

Corey moved, and I spent pretty much two days helping him and his house mates clean their old house. The fruit flies. The grease. I still close my eyes and see it. His new house -- or maisonette -- is pretty good, but half the size of the old one. I've just had a long talk to him and he said they've lost money on the damage bond for the state of the garden, the carpets being a bit scruffy, dust, and the oven not being spotless.

He also said he's thinking of moving onto a Masters degree when he finishes this one.

I'm still going to the gym lots, and after buying a new swimming costume -- five sizes smaller than the old one -- I'm going swimming again.

With one thing or another we've barely been to the cinema, only seeing Logan Lucky in the last fortnight. And then today went to see It. I can't say I was looking forward to it, but it was okay.

Our car had to go in for repair, so we have a hire car atm, and it's amazing! The best bit being a boot that opens automatically, so James can actually open it himself.

I've done lots of other stuff, gone to a deer park, a party, the music festival, and many other good things, so while the above looks like a lot of medical stuff, life has still been mostly on the good side. Plus, Camp Sparkle soon, which is so much of the win.

Apologies for the lack of reading/comments. I will catch up, and badly need to delve into my in-box, which I'm going to do asap.
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I've had mail from [personal profile] dine and [personal profile] sperrywink lately. Thank you both so very much!

We had plans last Monday. For the first time in a while we had nearly a full day to ourselves, the only thing planned was a meet up with Corey, have dinner and then go pay the bond for his new place. Then James got sick. He's got a chest infection, so the bond got paid over the phone and he's pretty much slept since then. He's on antibiotics and an inhaler, so hopefully will start feeling better soon.

Then mam also got a chest infection, but of course with her it was much more serious and she barely escaped being sent to hospital again.

The gym is still going well. The attendant told me last week weekend afternoons tended to be really quiet, and she was right as last Sunday I pretty much had the place to myself. Which meant I got to try out new machines that I wasn't confident about. The rowers were hard, though I think my technique could have been at fault there. I'm very dubious about the cross trainer as it felt like I was going to be thrown off, and the stair climber kills me! But I've used the later two a few more times since then, though I haven't tried the rower again.

James has been nominated for an award at work, so we have invites to a glitzy do at the end of October. Which is great, but we both need evening dress. I don't have evening dress. Sigh.

Game of Thrones is making me happy this season. Also concerned as I get the horrible feeling bad things are going to happen -- because it's Game of Thrones and bad things always happen. cut for spoilers )

I'm also continuing to love Killjoys and last week Masterchef Australia started, episode 1 of no doubt 7076720 and the start of the slow slide into autumn and winter, when the winner will finally be revealed. What with that, the Strictly celebs being announced and Bake Off being advertised it really does feel like the media autumn is within touching distance. I still don't like Bake Off in on C4, though. That is so wrong.

I've been to see Everything, Everything and The Dark Tower recently. The first was okay, the second. Well, that's a few hours of my life I'll never get back.

I'm off to a party tonight, but hopefully will catch up on reading/comments tomorrow.
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To update on the gym situation. I went to the induction yesterday and everything went very well.

Not that it got to a good start as we weren't booked on the system, but one of the men who worked in the gym was there and happy to give us the tour and work on our goals and memberships.

In all that took around 3 hours, and he was great. He did have some extreme views about nutrition and how often that could help when medicine can't. But, at the same time, he admitted that the views were extreme, and kept saying we had to research everything and not take his -- or anyone's -- word as gospel.

He made me feel really relaxed and worked out a programme for both me and James based on what he thought we could manage. Mine includes the recumbent bike, the treadmill, and leg strength work on the weight machines. When he was showing us the equipment he said he could tell I'd relaxed because when I was on the bike I was smiling, and I was. No one was looking, no one gave a damn that I was sitting there and doing exercise in a gym. It was just good and achievable and I felt a foot taller when leaving.

Then later we called into the local gym I'm going to be using -- the induction was done at the bigger one the next town over -- and I gave my workout a try. I also checked out where the lockers were, the changing room situation, doing those little things that had been worrying me, like starting machines off on my own.

Then this morning I walked down on my own and spent a good hour doing my own thing. And again, no one was laughing or looking and I just got on with things. I even tried out the arm weight machines and felt comfortable and happy as I moved to each new thing. I bought myself a water bottle but must remember a small towel next time because I had to keep wiping the seats off with the edge of my t-shirt which really wasn't a good look.

But I did it, and am chuffed at myself.

Thank you to everyone who gave advice and encouragement in my last post. Yesterday was the first time I'd ever stepped foot in a gym, and it was hard and scary. But today it wasn't at all, and I'd have never have got to that point without all of your help.

Oh, and this is the outfit I went with in the end. Modelled just after I'd left the blood donation place.
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I joined a gym today.

I'm sitting here thinking, what the hell have I done? It's a good deal -- I think. Our local authority gym scheme where I get a discount for being a carer, so is only £21 a month, and I can go to any local authority gym in Sunderland, which includes a swimming pool, sauna etc in the next town over.

But man, I'm scared to death here. I'm going to the induction on Thursday, and she said bring your gym clothes. But I don't even have any. Will my sketchers do? Will people laugh if I turn up in them and leggings?

I can walk to the one in my town easily, and James will go on a pay as you go basis so we can go swimming together.

Gah. I think I need to go lie down in a dark room or something. And yes, this will pass and I'm sure things will be fine, and this is a good thing. But again. What have I done?!

We also saw Valerian, which was pretty to look at, but had the disadvantage of having two main characters I didn't give a damn about.
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This last week or so has been very family based.

Last Tuesday we took nanna for her very belated birthday dinner. She only likes to go out when it's warm so we've been waiting for her to say when it was acceptable to go out. We went to Tynemouth to a restaurant we like that overlooks the ocean. The food was good, we can park right outside so nanna didn't have to walk much, and she enjoyed herself.

After that we went for a short drive and ended up at Roker beach. There's a new coffee shop down there, an independent that's themed around biking. It has lots of interesting and different kinds of chairs, and a really nice atmosphere. Also, apparently, good ice cream as nanna polished off a tub of roasted strawberry flavour.

After that she was getting tired so told us she was ready to go home. After dropping her off it was only mid-afternoon so we went for a mooch around Herrington Park where we got to see a group of cygnets be caught and ringed.

The next day we took out my MiL for her birthday dinner. My FiL came too, and we ended up going for another carvery and then drove along the coast, stopping off at various points for coffee, ice creams for them, and eventually, back to the coffee place we'd been to with nanna the day before. Both of my parents in law have mobility issues so they were quite happy to sit in the car and enjoy the scenery while I had some little walks to stretch my legs.

Saturday it was my brother's birthday. He was out on a bike ride then went out to eat, so we just dropped off his cards and stuff, but saw him at nanna's on Sunday and apparently he'd had a good day. Neither mam or Kayleigh sent him cards though. He had a blow up with them a few months ago and then never went to see mam when she was so sick in hospital, so they haven't talked since. I'm keeping well out of it, he's in the wrong to an extent, especially in regards to what started that first argument, but mam's always, and continues to be, very difficult to deal with at times, and I don't blame him for deciding to check out completely.

I also saw my niece and nephew on Sunday. Where my niece told us that she really loves Panic at the Disco, and James immediately said, so does your Auntie Terri, so I got into this conversation that concluded with how her best friend photo shopped her own head onto Brendon's wedding photos. This niece is even younger than fannish niece. Sigh.

Saturday I also went to a session put on by the local cat rescue where I got to play with and help socialise 13 kittens. 13 of them! I was in heaven. They have a room set up like a small apartment and you get to play with the cats and help them get used to people before being adopted. They were so great, kittens flying everywhere. Curled up on top of the microwave, tugging at your laces, racing around. It was amazing, and while you don't have to pay anything, was well worth the donation I gave.

Sunday Pauline phoned to say her daughter was in hospital and had had a stroke, though thankfully a small one. Michelle is only 41, and while we're not legally related, dad and Pauline were together so long that she's pretty much an unofficial step-sister. She's been sent home now but needs to go back for all kinds of tests as her face is still affected and her walking not good. But, she's young and relatively fit, so hopefully things will be okay.

Yesterday mam needed to go and be fitted for a 24 hour heart monitor. So we took her to get that fitted, and went out for a drive afterwards, where we ended up at that coffee shop again for the third time in a week. What can I say, it does great coffee and lovely views of the beach. Though James nearly did himself an injury when he sat on one of those chairs that bounce backwards, they've probably got a proper name but they're like a sidewards U for the frame at the bottom, and he just couldn't get out of it.

Today I've dropped off mam's monitor at the hospital, dropped a lot of rubbish off at the dump, and also went to see The Zookeepers Wife at a silver surfer session at the Odeon. Those tickets are great, they're aimed at older cinema goers but anyone can attend. Tickets are only £3 and you get free coffee/tea and biscuits. The screen was packed and James and me felt quite the spring chickens as we were the youngest people there by what looked like 20 years. But UK people, I do recommend the sessions if you have an Odeon near where you live. The films aren't brand new, usually about a month behind, but well worth the cost if you don't have an Unlimited card.

I think the only other thing to share is I've a nurses appointment for next Tuesday to see if I can be accepted onto the local Room to Improve exercise scheme. It's a 3 month scheme that introduces you to exercise, with the gym classes being the thing I'm most interested. James is going too, and I have no doubt he'll be accepted, but I don't really fit any of the qualifications apart from iffy joints, and even that's only one knee. I'd really like this stepping stone to doing my own thing, but may be too healthy. Which yeah, makes me both smile and sigh.
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It was such horrible news to read about Chester Bennington. While I've never been fannish about them, Linkin Park have always been a band I've enjoyed and loved. Hybrid Theory has been one of my most favourite albums for a very long time, and while their later works didn't hit the spot so hard, I still enjoyed them all, and looked forward to every new release. And now Chester's gone. My thoughts are with his family and friends, and all who loved him.

In a complete subject change. I've seen Dunkirk, the new Spiderman and Planet of the Apes films lately. I enjoyed them all in very different ways. I saw Dunkirk in the imax yesterday, and my ears were ringing coming out. It's a film with a heck of an emotional impact, and have to admit to being impressed with Harry and his acting.

Last Sunday I went to the christening of my youngest niece and nephew. James was at work so it was just me and Corey taking on the roles of Godparents. It was a nice enough day, a bit chaotic at the party afterwards, but that was always going to be the case with so many kids going.

Corey's had a bit of a nightmare with his house. The owners have had it up for sale for nearly a year now, but the letting agents have said all along that it was being sold with the understanding it came with tenants living there, and they'd be able to stay until the end of their third year. Sadly it didn't end up like that, and a fortnight ago they were told they had to be out by the end of next month.

Thankfully they've managed to find another house. It's a bit cheaper, but another ten minutes walk away from Corey's main uni building, so he's got a half hour walk unless he buys a cheap metro ticket. And of course there's another set of admin fees and deposits to pay. He should get his damage deposit back from the house they're in now, but I suspect the agents are going to pull a fast one and say damage has happened.

Yesterday I was at a travel agents asking about holidays as we're planning on going abroad next year. The lady we talked to was so good, I told her I'd never been abroad, James had only been to France and neither of us had flown, so we had no idea where to go. So she showed us a few options, gave a few ideas, and now we need to narrow things down a little before going back. I still can't believe we're doing it, like I told her yesterday, it feels like the world is opening up to me, and that's so cool.

I've just posted the story I started for picfor1000 and then abandoned for another idea. As it's a picfor1000 it's Gerard and Mikey centric, a bit of fluff, and has lots of talk about Muppets. It's Time to Play the Music.

ETA: I knew I'd forgotten something. We've bought tickets for Chase Park a music festival that's set up so people with disabilities can attend easily. There's no one well known playing, but it's local, the tickets are cheap, and I think it's going to be a great day.
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The men are here fitting the toilet today, so everything is chaos and I've floorboards taken up in the living room. It was supposed to be a two day job, but they think they can get it all done in a day, including the electrics. Of course, they've got here and decided to run the wiring under the floor and not via the cupboard, which means it didn't have to be touched. But, I'm not too bothered about that as it badly needed sorting out anyway. Plus, new toilet soon! It's going to make so much difference to James, and make his life so much easier.

Kynren was amazing. In fact, Saturday itself was amazing. It was also the Durham Miners Gala, or as it's known locally, Durham Big Meeting. We decided to stop off there on our way to Kynren, and as expected Durham was crammed. We had to park a ten minute walk away, and then the closer we got the more the crowds increased. But oh, what an atmosphere. At one point we were standing listening to a brass band play a version of Michael Jackson's Thriller, and it was so busy, people all around, but all cheerful, and the flags were flapping in the breeze, it was sunny and I just thought how much I'd missed experiences like that, but didn't actually realise that until I was reliving them again.

We had a quick walk along the river front after that, and then drove to Bishop Auckland, where we were still far too early for Kynren to start, so we had a walk around the shops, then checked out the castle gardens. Then finally it was Kynren time.

The show is set in a specially made area deep in the countryside. When you book tickets you're assigned a parking area and then either walk for about ten minutes, get a shuttle bus, or if you have mobility issues get assigned one of the closest car parks, where you can either walk the last bit if able, or if not, golf buggies would drive you down. James was using his wheelchair, so I just pushed him down.

Security was tight with armed police and bag checks, and once you were past those there were various food trucks set up around the tribune -- the area the performance takes part in. We would have eaten there but had bought stuff for a picnic earlier, so just sat in the sunshine and waited for the time we could take our seats.

Everything in the show is done by volunteers, the actors, people selling merch, showing you to your seats, everything. And every single one was so proud and excited about their show. It took us ages to walk the distance from one end of the food area to the other because every volunteer asked if we were looking forward to the show and talked about it.

Finally we could take our seats. The show started at 9:30, and we went in about an hour before. Because James was in his wheelchair we had a front row seat, but because of the strange set out where the wheelchairs users were positioned in-front of their companion, anyone who could transfer just sat on a seat, which is what James did so we were side by side.

We had such a good view. Only a few feet in front of us was the sandy track where the animals ran past. Including geese, cows, sheep, and the most exciting, horses and knights jousting. The show itself was about the history of the north east, with a young boy, Arthur, travelling through time and meeting loads of different people from different eras. There were fights between the Scots and English, complete with fiery arrows being shot and bagpipes with flames coming out of the pipes. A pit disaster, the Bishop of Durham, so much stuff that just went on and on complete with sets appearing out of the lake, and projected onto back lots, and fireworks and so many people fighting and dancing and doing all kinds of things. It was hard to know where to look as you'd look to one side and meanwhile more characters would appear from the other.

The only slight downside was due to it being a night show it got really cold. We'd taken Corey's thick warm cape he had made for a comic con, and shared that, but I was still cold. But even so, I'd go back in an instant.

Some pictures, only a fraction of what we saw, and some not the best quality due to conditions, but still, a nice hint of the show. )
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I've made a start on the cupboard. As of now all the Christmas decorations have been taken upstairs -- which means there's actually floor room in there now, and I've started to sort a little. But there's so much in there, camping stuff, scout stuff, old boxes for electricals, the list goes on. But, at least it's started.

Tomorrow we've tickets to go see Kynren which is going to be pretty amazing. It's an outdoors show that's performed from sunset, so it doesn't even start until 9:30. Hopefully it won't rain as you're not allowed to use umbrellas, but we have bought two of those throw away all size fits all pack a macs, so even if it does rain we should stay relatively dry.

James has wanted to go since last summer, so he's thrilled, and I'm really looking forward to it, too. We've a wheelchair ticket which means front row, through from what I've read, none of the seats are bad and all have a good view, no matter where you sit.

It does mean we won't get home until after midnight. Hopefully I won't turn into a pumpkin.

ETA: There's a Bake Off story in the BBB claims. My heart!
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It was my B12 three monthly injection this morning, then off to drop off some groceries to nanna.

She has this habit of talking about people as they're leaving the house, obviously it never crosses her mind we're not deaf and can still hear until outside. As a result I try to get out as soon as possible. Today she'd been nicely complementary about my weight loss, which she's apparently finally noticing. Then when I was leaving I heard her saying how I looked good now, but was very, very obese before. Which okay, true. But thanks, nanna. As always, it's good I love her so much.

Yesterday we went to Ikea, I had my eye lashes dyed so they're actually noticeable again, and then went to see Baby Driver which I enjoyed much more than I expected. Musically it really is something else, every single thing fitting to that perfect note, and of course the action was non-stop and great.

The ending though cut for those wanting to watch. )

At some point this week I need to start to sort out the huge hall cupboard as they're coming to fit the new toilet and fusebox next week. The cupboard really is big, the size of a small box room, and as a result is stuffed full of stuff. It badly needs a good clean-out, but just the thought of starting is daunting. But, I really don't have a choice.

But not tonight though, because tonight I've Killjoys and the latest The Handmaid's Tale to watch, as well as the third Inn Keepers Chronicle's book to read.
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Our run of nice days continued today when we went to Mog on the Tyne to see the new kittens. And oh my goodness, they were so cute! One of the rules of Mog is you're not allowed to pick up the cats, if they come to you and want to sit on you that's fine, but it always has to be on their terms, which is quite right. But they're getting the kittens used to being handled, so when we went in we were allowed to hold the kittens, and just *____*

Gladys is the tiniest tabby, and Gary. I could have taken Gary home in an instant, he was awesome.

After we went to the Quayside for the Sunday market. It's more a food/craft market than anything else, but the setting is so pretty and there's so much delicious food to choose from. We came home with some posh pease pudding, sausages and cheese, and James indulged himself with a selection of macarons. I really enjoyed our time there, and sitting on the steps afterwards, basking in the sun while eating our dinner.

Some photos )

We've full loyalty cards for Mog now which means our next visit is free. I wonder if tomorrow is too soon to go back? *g*
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We went to see Dirty Dancing at the theatre on Tuesday, and I enjoyed it lots. It was our best seats yet, four rows from the front of the dress circle, and the whole thing just had this lovely and upbeat atmosphere, especially for the final 'time of your life' scene where many people in the audience stood and had a little boogie. The guy playing Johnny wasn't the best, not bad, but not great either, but the actress playing Baby was a load of fun.

That day was a good one in general as on the afternoon we'd gone to see Transformers, which wasn't a stand-out as such, but included the lovely Santiago Cabrera in a featured role. In between we had dinner at a small local restaurant, and it was just a really good day.

Other things. Corey had a flying overnight visit home. He did get to see an emergency dentist at Newcastle eventually, and it turns out one of his wisdom teeth is impacted. But, they couldn't refer him so he needed to come see his own dentist, who then refer him back to the same dental hospital he'd been to for an extraction. Taking him back home we stopped off at Asda for groceries for him, bill paid by the bank of mam and dad, and also took a small drinks fridge mam had bought herself but was too big for her house. We helped take all the stuff back into his house, and I swear, I've never seen as many pizza boxes waiting to be recycled as I did in their shared kitchen.

James got sent home from work one day when his neck and shoulders totally seized up. He's okay now, but was pretty out of it for a couple of days. He actually got word about the scan he needs for his back, but while the hospital had referred him to another hospital to do the scan, they'd done so to one that didn't have an open scanner, which he has to use as he can't lie in the closed in kind due to his arm placement. So, after a month of waiting he's waiting again.

Mam hit the point where she hated using oxygen, didn't want anything to do with, was going to get in touch with her doctor and demand something else was done. Understandable as I'd hate to be tied to oxygen tubes for 16 hours a day, but hopefully seems to be coming out of the other side. Unfortunately she hit that point at the same time she'd had a falling out with Kayleigh, so I got to deal alone. They're back on track now, and hopefully will stay that way for a while. Especially so as yesterday mam was told she'd have to pay for her carers from now on. So she's getting rid of them as the amount she'd have to pay is more than she's just got back winning her PIP case. Really, it's the right decision anyway as she still refuses to actually ask the carers to do anything for her, so she'd be paying over £100 for someone to talk to her a few times a day which is ridiculous.

It's been raining constantly for days now, that fine mizzle stuff that soaks you through. It's doing great stuff for the garden, though. The garden is looking so pretty atm, and full of birds. A sparrow nest has just fledged and the mam sparrow is often feeding the fledglings the seed I put out daily. They're so cute, four fat fluffy sparrows bumbling around on the patio.

From one of [livejournal.com profile] egelantier's book recommendation posts I'm reading the Clean Sweep series by Ilona Andrews. I've read other series from Ilona but somehow missed this one, but I'm enjoying it a lot. A said it's like kitchen sink sci-fi and I agree with that description. Werewolves, inn keepers, paranormal beings and an inn that's just amazing and a character in itself. It makes me very happy I still have two other books to go.

And talking about sci fi. Killjoys is back soon! It's showing here on Tuesday and up to now I'm waiting for then. But I may cave and download yet.
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Yesterday I got the most adorable postcard from [livejournal.com profile] gh0sts. Thank you so much. It was such a lovely surprise ♥

Lets see, in the last week or so I've seen The Mummy, which was okay and Gifted which I liked a lot. Started to watch The Handmaid's Tale, which led to me reading a forum post about the show which included recs for books in that genre, so ended up downloading and reading Only Ever Yours which I gobbled down in a few days, all the time thinking, no, no, this is horrible and wrong.

Talking about reading. I abandoned that Musketeer story I mentioned a few posts back. It wasn't the constant crying that defeated me, even though that was irritating, it was because the writer was posting as a WIP and obviously started changing the story depending on what people said comments. Due to that they ended up constantly contradicting things that had been stated as fact earlier just so they could change the story going forward. I mean, own what you're writing, if someone doesn't like what you've written, that's on them not you. It was so frustrating and in the end I just gave in -- and then started to read a horribly melodramatic mpreg instead.

Looking through my open tabs I found a gdocs draft of the story I started and then abandoned for the wingfic picfor1000 Way bros idea. So I finished it. I need to give it a look over and will probably post it. It's just a bit of fluff, but it's a shame to just leave it sitting there. Though I may go see if I can match it to a bingo prompt first #cheat

It doesn't happen often with both of them working shifts, but both Kayleigh and James were at work the last two days so I had to take mam to a dentist appointment on Tuesday and then yesterday to an appointment to the chest clinic. The dentist went fine, and then yesterday she got mixed news. The tumour in her lung has shrank a little, but her oxygen levels are so low she's going to be started on home oxygen from next week. I think we all knew it was coming, and hopefully it won't be a 24/7 thing but more of a top-up, but she's still upset.

While at the hospital we bumped into my dad's brother who'd been there for a post op check. We talked a while, then when he left mam asked who it was and I told her, uncle Allen. She was astounded, and apparently hasn't seen him since she divorced my dad, so over 30 years ago. I wondered why he seemed a bit tense and she said nothing.

Corey's having more issues with his wisdom tooth so has been calling often over the last two days. He couldn't get an appointment at his own dentist until Monday, so has been trying to get an emergence dental appointment in Newcastle, and after going to the walk in dentist this morning at 8am, finally has a card to say he can go back and wait from 1 this afternoon. Hopefully they can do something then, and if not, has kept the Monday appointment just in case.

I went to a walk to High Force with James, stopping off at the ford first where I had a plodge. It was funny as we met and chatted to a couple there, and then a few hours later met them again at the falls, where the guy offered to take our photo.

Mam got her new car on Monday. Kayleigh is her designated driver, so we took both of them to the garage to pick it up, and while there we were checking out all the new cars. We don't change until Dec next year, so don't even need to start looking until this time next year, but you know, we were there, so why not have a look around? And I have to say, it's such a good feeling to realise I could easily fit into any car, even the smaller kinds, and seat belts fastened with room to spare even in the back seats. When we do actually pick, the only thing we need to think of space wise is whether James' wheelchair will fit in the boot. Nothing else. That was such a rush.

Mog on the Tyne have two new kittens. Want to guess where we'll be going next week? :D
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We had excellent news yesterday when we found out James had been awarded the enhanced rate for both care and mobility when changing from DLA to PIP. Which means that he can both keep the car and also get a small raise in his care payments. I really don't think I realised how heavy a weight it was waiting for that decision before that weight was gone. I mean, no matter what we told ourselves, that things would probably be okay, there was a very good chance that they wouldn't. But now, all is good, and we don't have to worry about it again until 2021.

In the last week we've been to the Wetlands again. I love that place, all the baby birds were running around everywhere, and the walking is perfect, especially as they have an electric scooter James can use so we're not tied to short distances. We saw so many ducklings and goslings, and in one of the hides saw a jay and a woodpecker for the first time. Also, the otters had more babies, and they'd just been released into the public enclosure that week. As always I took photos when thinking about Turlough. Only two though as I've been photo happy on here lately. behind here. )

It's a beautiful day today and I'll be heading into the garden soon. It's looking great atm, I've potted out all the courgettes and the tomato plants are thriving in the greenhouse. As always I've too many so I'm going to pot out some of the smaller ones and put them outside.

We may go for a short drive later, but only very short as James is on night shifts and I'm a little lacking sleep-wise. I always tend to go to bed later when James is on night shifts, and then Corey pocket dialled the land line at 2am. So by the time I'd got in touch with him and settled down from my initial, 'omg, what's happened!?' reaction by watching some Food Network, it was 3am. I could have slept in of course, but somehow my body really doesn't like doing that and I was awake at my normal time.
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We had excellent news over the weekend. Mam has won her PIP appeal and doesn't have to go to the tribunal!

She did the same process James has just gone through last June, and her disability benefits were drastically cut and she lost her car. We've been fighting that decision ever since, going through an appeal, a tribunal, and she was due to go to another in a fortnight. But then on Saturday she got a letter saying they'd looked at all her evidence again, and had changed their decision, so no tribunal, and she'll get the car back and hopefully a big chunk of backdated money. I'm so thrilled for her, this last year has sucked so hard as she's fought this, and it's drastically affected both her mental and physical health.

We were supposed to go to the tribunal on the 13th of June, and I've told her she needs to do something good on that day instead. Change what was a day she was dreading to something that becomes a good memory.

James has two days at work and then he's off for a fortnight for his annual leave. It's our first wedding anniversary on Thursday so we're going to Lumley Castle for the night. Not one of the staterooms like we did last year, but just as nice. Then we're hoping to get away to York for a couple of days. We've seen a good hotel deal, which includes a visit to a falconry place, which is very tempting because I want to hold an owl.

Despite wanting to see the new Pirates movie I have no cinema visits to mention this time as James was coming off night shifts and the chance of him falling asleep was at 100%. The plans to see that are Wednesday, and also Baywatch \o/ I used to love Baywatch so much, I taped it every week and had such a huge crush on Parker Stevenson who played Craig. Why I'm not sure as he's not my usual type looks wise, but there was just something about him, and something about that ridiculous show. I know they're playing the movie for laughs, but even so. Baywatch. Be still my heart.

Not long ago [personal profile] dine mentioned fic spirals at A03. You know, when you read all an author's works and then check out their bookmarks and then end up reading all their works and so on and so on. Well, I'm well used to those, and the last time it led me to a 200k plus Musketeer story that I've been reading every night for the last week. The problem is, it's so OOC it makes me want to throw my Kindle on the floor as I'm reading, but at the same time, contains so many things I like, and pushes so many buttons that I couldn't stop reading. The crying, oh my god, the crying. Why so much crying!? And endless conversations and misunderstandings and people so ooc it makes me cringe, but even so. I couldn't quit it. I finally finished it last night, and the author had responded to every comment except someone who'd said it was a good story, well written but not a favourite and they'd found it ooc a lot, and I was sitting there nodding and thinking, yeah. I totally get that.

There's a second part in the series just as long. I'll be starting that tonight.
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It was horrible waking up to news of the Manchester bombing. My heart aches for everyone involved.

Yesterday it was James' DLA to PIP assessment. We think it went okay, but then again, we thought mam's went okay and she lost her car and most of her disability benefits. We've been researching what would be asked, the things you get assigned points on, and discovered that if he'd changed last year James would have lost the car for sure as his mobility was much better. As he's in his wheelchair so much now he should get maximum points -- oh man, please let him get maximum points. It's hard and frustrating and I know they need to assess people but the whole situation isn't easy, and having to sit there and explain in detail all the things he can't do wasn't fun. And now we get to wait between 4-6 weeks for the decision.

But, there's been good times too. It's lovely and sunny today so I've been in the garden potting and weeding, and my hands and nails are now hacky to show that fact. Over the last week we've been to see three films, and James fell asleep in every one. The new Aliens I liked, but he missed the second half. King Arthur I really enjoyed a lot, and hello Charlie Hunnam and Aidan Gillen on screen together again. James missed the middle bit of that. Then yesterday we went to see Snatched, and the less said about that the better. I wished I'd fallen asleep too.
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I've just sat and watched one of the fat pigeons sit on one of the flower tubs on the garden shelf and send it flying, soil and plants going everywhere. Stupid fat pigeon.

It's been a nice but mostly uneventful few days. It's been nicely sunny often, showery at other times, but we finally seem to be pulling away from the cold days. The most important thing that happened, for me anyway, was I gave blood for the first time. It's something I've wanted to do for a while, but I was outside of the weight limits for being able to give, so when I was inside of those I decided to go for it. It took a while to get an appointment as there's only one session every few months in my town, and they got filled almost immediately. But a few days ago I saw a session in a hotel close to the Asda where we go shopping, and it had appointments left, so I booked one.

I was nervous going in. I'd researched and knew the bypass wouldn't stop me donating, but I have to take iron tables, so worried about those and the other meds. In the end I had to have a chat with a nurse to make sure I was okay to give, but it was fine, and my iron levels checked out okay, and before I knew it I was being escorted to one of the banana chairs. And from there everything went great, apart from nearly being catapulted from the chair at the end. I suspect it was because my legs are heavier than most, and the nurse taking the blood didn't take that into account when hitting the switch that put the chair back into an upright position, so gravity shot me forward, and instead of a controlled sit up, I was up in an instant. It was funny more than anything, though, and I couldn't stop laughing for a while.

The people there were so lovely. The nurse asked why I'd decided to donate, and I told her how I'd had all this fantastic medical treatment for free, and wanted to give back, even in a little way, and she patted my hand and said she was proud of all that I'd done, and it made me feel good. I also wore my 'it's my first blood donation' sticker with pride afterwards. See. That I was a little disgruntled that I couldn't have my usual hot bath that night.

Yesterday I got my permanent cap fitted, and it looks so much better. It feels better, too. I'm looking forward to eating a nice granny smith apple later as while the dentist said I could eat them with the temp cap, I was worried about it falling off, and I've missed my night time snack.

Mam's been poorly again and had the doctor out on Monday, where he said if he'd gone a day later she'd have been admitted to hospital again, and as it was she was only two points on the oxygen level of being admitted anyway. He also made her promise if her daughters wanted to call for medical help earlier that she let them, as both Kayleigh and me had been trying to get her to see the doctor for two days at that point. After more steroids and antibiotics she's finally feeling a bit better, though still sleeps loads.

She's having carer issues though. Not her actual main carers, who are both brilliant. But the person who sorts out the care calls. Mam's supposed to have the same two carers nearly all of the time. Sure, there should be stand-ins sometimes due to days off or emergencies, but mainly those two ladies. Since she's been getting the carers she's had ten different people, and on three times has been knocked out of bed because they didn't know she had a key safe, or if they did know didn't know the code. She gets a morning carer because she's having issues getting out of bed, taking meds etc, so to be knocked out of bed, and made to get downstairs on her own to let them in is so wrong. Kayleigh has been furious. It's the exact job she used to do so she knows the care standards they're supposed to show, and not knowing about the key safe is failing at a big level. So she's kicked off on the phone three times now, and apparently got attitude back yesterday. Leading to mam's main carer getting a message saying the scheduler was sick of the hassle and the carer could have 'mam's surname' full time and she was sick of it. That just seems so disrespectful, even Mrs surname would have been better, but not that.

So, that happened yesterday morning, I guess I'll see what happened this morning when I go up soon.
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This post with Gerard, Mikey, Frank and Ray being pictured together has made me happy this morning. The Electric Century tumblr also has more photos, and I remain amused that in many of them, Mikey has his eyes closed. Never change MWay.

In other news. There is none yet. But tonight is Eurovision. Bring on the weird and wonderful and no doubt songs full of drama and angst.

ETA: I've been reading more bandom bingo stories, and the week two post has been my favourite round up so far.

Things

May. 12th, 2017 02:32 pm
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No lie, Gerard's insta post about Mikey, Kristin and their new daughter made my heart happy. So lovely.

I've had a very productive day today. I decided to give the kitchen a good clean and move some things around, so now it looks shiny and sparkly with more counter space. I think tomorrow I'll get stuck into the cupboards and get rid of some of the stuff we don't need or use. And because I polished all over too, the whole house smells nice. Shame it never stays that way.

Since I last posted we've been to a funeral. Thankfully not to someone personally known to me, it was the mam of a friend of James', so we went along to give our respects. Then after that went to the Botanical Gardens on the outskirts of Durham. They were small, but very lovely. Plus, we got to eat outside for the first time this year when we had our dinner there.

I bought leggings, don't worry though, only to wear under dresses and they're the thick kind. You may remember the battle I've been having with getting trousers to fit. The lymphodemia makes it so difficult, and when I get a shorter leg length they tend to hitch up due to my lower legs being so big, and I don't like that. That's also why I never bought leggings in the past as they're so clingy, but I was sick of having my trousers trail on the floor -- I know, I could hem them, but, effort -- and the leggings are perfect really. They don't ride up, and they're comfortable. Plus, they're cheap, two pairs for £16, so the changing size issues isn't that bad. It took me a while to actually get the nerve to wear them with them being clingy, but I have twice now and no one's pointed and laughed, so, a win I say.

James is on antibiotics and needed a tetanus booster as he was bitten by Tinker. It was a total accident, he had his leg off, turned, and kneeled full weight on her foot, and she bit his thigh in response. Because it was a cat bite it was recommended he see the doctor, and she prescribed the antibiotics and booster. Tinker's fine, btw, and so's James, just being careful really.

He also finally got his appointment for the face to face meeting to change from DLA to PIP. That's brought him down a bit. I mean, everything says he shouldn't lose his benefits. We've got great letters from all his medical support people stating his disability, mobility issues and the care I have to give him. But there's always the worry it won't be enough.

I've been reading more bandom bingo stories, and included was a van days Ray/Mikey. It felt like slipping back in time in the best way.

I've also been looking through my old photobucket account and still think this shoot MCR did was amazing. The silver pants will never get old.

We went to see A Dog's Purpose. It's not a spoiler to say I knew it would make me cry, as the preview is all about how a dog's purpose is to serve, love etc and that includes death and being reborn into another dog. But spoilers in case you want to see )
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