Barnfred 55
Player Valuation: £80m
That's absolutely brilliant news mate. Let's hope it continues.
Messymascot's faith in humanity and ginger safe haven
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Barnfred 55
Player Valuation: £80m
Guess what video just happened to appear on my YouTube FYP this morning. Coincidence?
Morning all on this overcast but currently headache free dayI can't express in words the relief just to have some headache free days. Last night I could feel a really bad one trying to start, by feel, I can't explain, I get weird sensations, it doesn't feel great but it's miles better than a full blown tension headache. The point being though, it never got going, I just had an uncomfortable feeling. I hope that makes sense
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I haven't quite finished G, my own fault for installing so many at once, which is probably not needed if you're a normal person. It is getting there though and I'm just letting it get on in the background while I play minecraft. Then I'll spend days deciding what to play, I'll play all the tutorials while deciding then probably install a new game because I'm a weird idiot
Have a good day all, I'll probably start posting more once the novelty of the new PC wears off and my headaches are kept at bay. I need to catch up with what everyone is up to.
Nice one T, it must of been awful to get them headaches full on every day, I don’t often get headaches ( only when Mrs DE is moaning)
but when I’ve one it’s pretty uncomfortable, so good on you mate that they have eased up for you
Barnfred 55
Player Valuation: £80m
For you page. Basically it's an algorithm that suggests videos supposedly based on stuff that you either search for in the past, or watched before and liked/commented. But sometimes it throws out little nuggets like this. I haven't watched a Peter Kay video in months and can I assure everyone in here that I haven't been searching dogging videos either. But somehow, the day after you posted a reference to PK in here the very video you were referring to shows up on my FYP.
Wowsers
Gwladysover
Player Valuation: £35m
I feel for you. When my Mum became increasingly frail there was only me to do her personal care although my brothers shared the day to day things like getting meals etc. She was able to wash and get dressed until her confusion became too much but needed help in the shower consequently we didn’t have a holiday for four years. I’m not complaining, I’d do it all over again but it was very restrictive.So far so good this week G.
Apart from her 2 carer visits every day , 2 telephone consultations with GP re dementia and memory testing ( we are now on first name terms and tells me she hates the RS too and is a Citeh fan), District Nurse visit to change dressings and Occupational Therapist visit to discuss falls.
You do what you have to do but in all honesty all aspects of looking after mum is very restrictive for a normal life.
Hopefully the weather holds for Test match .
Table tennis league AGM last night. The most straightforward, least controversial meeting that I can recall - I must be losing my touch.
Have a lovely day everyone.
Gwladysover
Player Valuation: £35m
H I've just watched a video from our favourite TikToker. He's bringing his family over to the UK and his dad is proudly sporting a "I love dogging" T shirt. The poor old guy hasn't got a clue.
Just seen someone spilled the beans to his Dad about the T shirt - the spoilsport.
Gwladysover
Player Valuation: £35m
Yes that makes sense to me. I always knew two days before that a migraine was coming. I always got a strange restless, nervous feeling as though I had drunk about ten extra-strong coffees, this was followed by pins and needles in my hands. Hope your day continued to be headache free.Morning all on this overcast but currently headache free day
I haven't quite finished G, my own fault for installing so many at once, which is probably not needed if you're a normal person. It is getting there though and I'm just letting it get on in the background while I play minecraft. Then I'll spend days deciding what to play, I'll play all the tutorials while deciding then probably install a new game because I'm a weird idiot
Have a good day all, I'll probably start posting more once the novelty of the new PC wears off and my headaches are kept at bay. I need to catch up with what everyone is up to.
Pilks
Player Valuation: £8m
Sorry to people wondering where I was. I've been really making a positive effort to see the advantages to things (even small things like a gaming session at a mate's house) which I couldn't do before. I say effort, because that step forward led to a great leap back this week. I picked up the ashes on Tuesday which was a trigger, but not the only one.
I have my annual blood tests done a week on Monday, and I think I need it because I have found that my old issue with health anxiety, which I had made huge strides with, has come back to torture me. This morning I became convinced that I had liver cancer - I even did a urine dip test for bilirubin and urobilinogen, which both showed normal. I even started worrying about secondary bowel cancers resulting from the radiotherapy I had on the prostate last year. Irrational but terrifying. Janet used to be the only one who could talk sense into me (and stop me from using Dr Google!) when this happened, and now that rock isn't there I'm spinning out. Imay have been her physical carer and lifeline, but she was my mental one.
It all seems helpless again, after making such an effort to achieve some progress. I'm kidding myself, I don't want this new reality. And numbing it with a couple of beers just feeds my no doubt groundless liver fears again (all my levels were fine last October, so they shouldn't have been destroyed by a few weeks of drinking a little bit more, I know that logically. I've had beer as my only vice since I started to go into pubs in the late 70s, so I guess my liver has proved itself strong by now). At least I've lost weight while grieving (a stone to go with the previous 18 pounds I lost through healthy diet and exercise before she passed), so maybe even a less healthy loss will help.
God, I'm a mess. I will sleep for a few night before a sleepless one sees me crash out at lunchtime until the evening, and ruins the sleep schedule for another few days. Everything which made my life feel comfortable and safe is gone. Now everything scares me, and it's not going to go back. This is the time when I start to wish I wasn't here again - not to actively top myself, but just wishing a plane would fall out of the sky onto me and take me to wherever she is, with our old dogs. Wherever that is, that's home. Not here.
Sorry to come back here as such a downer...
I have my annual blood tests done a week on Monday, and I think I need it because I have found that my old issue with health anxiety, which I had made huge strides with, has come back to torture me. This morning I became convinced that I had liver cancer - I even did a urine dip test for bilirubin and urobilinogen, which both showed normal. I even started worrying about secondary bowel cancers resulting from the radiotherapy I had on the prostate last year. Irrational but terrifying. Janet used to be the only one who could talk sense into me (and stop me from using Dr Google!) when this happened, and now that rock isn't there I'm spinning out. Imay have been her physical carer and lifeline, but she was my mental one.
It all seems helpless again, after making such an effort to achieve some progress. I'm kidding myself, I don't want this new reality. And numbing it with a couple of beers just feeds my no doubt groundless liver fears again (all my levels were fine last October, so they shouldn't have been destroyed by a few weeks of drinking a little bit more, I know that logically. I've had beer as my only vice since I started to go into pubs in the late 70s, so I guess my liver has proved itself strong by now). At least I've lost weight while grieving (a stone to go with the previous 18 pounds I lost through healthy diet and exercise before she passed), so maybe even a less healthy loss will help.
God, I'm a mess. I will sleep for a few night before a sleepless one sees me crash out at lunchtime until the evening, and ruins the sleep schedule for another few days. Everything which made my life feel comfortable and safe is gone. Now everything scares me, and it's not going to go back. This is the time when I start to wish I wasn't here again - not to actively top myself, but just wishing a plane would fall out of the sky onto me and take me to wherever she is, with our old dogs. Wherever that is, that's home. Not here.
Sorry to come back here as such a downer...
Gwladysover
Player Valuation: £35m
Good to hear from you and no apologies needed for being down which is entirely understandable and to be expected as your life has been turned completely upside down. Please keep posting as we all worry about you.Sorry to people wondering where I was. I've been really making a positive effort to see the advantages to things (even small things like a gaming session at a mate's house) which I couldn't do before. I say effort, because that step forward led to a great leap back this week. I picked up the ashes on Tuesday which was a trigger, but not the only one.
I have my annual blood tests done a week on Monday, and I think I need it because I have found that my old issue with health anxiety, which I had made huge strides with, has come back to torture me. This morning I became convinced that I had liver cancer - I even did a urine dip test for bilirubin and urobilinogen, which both showed normal. I even started worrying about secondary bowel cancers resulting from the radiotherapy I had on the prostate last year. Irrational but terrifying. Janet used to be the only one who could talk sense into me (and stop me from using Dr Google!) when this happened, and now that rock isn't there I'm spinning out. Imay have been her physical carer and lifeline, but she was my mental one.
It all seems helpless again, after making such an effort to achieve some progress. I'm kidding myself, I don't want this new reality. And numbing it with a couple of beers just feeds my no doubt groundless liver fears again (all my levels were fine last October, so they shouldn't have been destroyed by a few weeks of drinking a little bit more, I know that logically. I've had beer as my only vice since I started to go into pubs in the late 70s, so I guess my liver has proved itself strong by now). At least I've lost weight while grieving (a stone to go with the previous 18 pounds I lost through healthy diet and exercise before she passed), so maybe even a less healthy loss will help.
God, I'm a mess. I will sleep for a few night before a sleepless one sees me crash out at lunchtime until the evening, and ruins the sleep schedule for another few days. Everything which made my life feel comfortable and safe is gone. Now everything scares me, and it's not going to go back. This is the time when I start to wish I wasn't here again - not to actively top myself, but just wishing a plane would fall out of the sky onto me and take me to wherever she is, with our old dogs. Wherever that is, that's home. Not here.
Sorry to come back here as such a downer...
BrisbaneToffee
Player Valuation: £500k
Well, there is that to celebrate, Pilks. Perhaps you could swing by occasionally and hand out tips to the less svelte amongst. I've got a beer gut and I no longer drink beer! And it never helps that someone who you barely know, asks how my "keg" is going. Apparently, it is frowned upon by said person for me to reply "Well, there's a tap underneath it, why don't you taste it?"
I think insomnia is the bane of many people. I do exactly as you describe; a few nights before a sleepless one, and then spend the rest of that day a zombie.I will sleep for a few night before a sleepless one sees me crash out at lunchtime until the evening, and ruins the sleep schedule for another few days.
Anyway, one step forward each day. It's all anyone can ever do. Take care, mate. UTFT
peteblue
Welcome back Wayne
Sorry to people wondering where I was. I've been really making a positive effort to see the advantages to things (even small things like a gaming session at a mate's house) which I couldn't do before. I say effort, because that step forward led to a great leap back this week. I picked up the ashes on Tuesday which was a trigger, but not the only one.
I have my annual blood tests done a week on Monday, and I think I need it because I have found that my old issue with health anxiety, which I had made huge strides with, has come back to torture me. This morning I became convinced that I had liver cancer - I even did a urine dip test for bilirubin and urobilinogen, which both showed normal. I even started worrying about secondary bowel cancers resulting from the radiotherapy I had on the prostate last year. Irrational but terrifying. Janet used to be the only one who could talk sense into me (and stop me from using Dr Google!) when this happened, and now that rock isn't there I'm spinning out. Imay have been her physical carer and lifeline, but she was my mental one.
It all seems helpless again, after making such an effort to achieve some progress. I'm kidding myself, I don't want this new reality. And numbing it with a couple of beers just feeds my no doubt groundless liver fears again (all my levels were fine last October, so they shouldn't have been destroyed by a few weeks of drinking a little bit more, I know that logically. I've had beer as my only vice since I started to go into pubs in the late 70s, so I guess my liver has proved itself strong by now). At least I've lost weight while grieving (a stone to go with the previous 18 pounds I lost through healthy diet and exercise before she passed), so maybe even a less healthy loss will help.
God, I'm a mess. I will sleep for a few night before a sleepless one sees me crash out at lunchtime until the evening, and ruins the sleep schedule for another few days. Everything which made my life feel comfortable and safe is gone. Now everything scares me, and it's not going to go back. This is the time when I start to wish I wasn't here again - not to actively top myself, but just wishing a plane would fall out of the sky onto me and take me to wherever she is, with our old dogs. Wherever that is, that's home. Not here.
Sorry to come back here as such a downer...
Everything takes time. You are still going through the grieving process for your wife while trying to deal with your own issues. But time is a great healer. I’ve mentioned before how a number of close friends lost their partners last year but I’ve seen the improvement that each of them have made, some quicker than others. It’s still early days for you but you will come through it eventually…….
Good morning all on this next warm day ,oh for a bit cooler 33° yesterday . I hope all are well and had a good night that is followed by a wonderful day today .We have our neighbours visiting later so a quick tidy up is on the cards COYB
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