Yeah, so I've finally stopped calling everyone a motherfucker - it barely lasted five days so why Stripes is complaining, I don't know!! However, the Wakanda hangover remains. I would still book tickets to Wakanda in a hot minute (I'm pretty sure I could help Killmonger deal with his feelings of loss while he recovered from that spear wound). It's probably a good thing I don't go out very often as calling people Coloniser, throwing wigs at them and expecting a proper Wakandan salute when you meet them is beyond the expectations of our little section of Birmingham!
So what's occurring? Well, I'm on day 24/5 of Exante. I did have a planned evening off for our concert night - hot salty fries anyone? - but right back on it the next day. I haven't seen any consistent weight loss - in the first week, the scales said I had lost 3 lbs; second week 2lbs. As you can imagine, having given up food entirely, I was less than pleased with these puny results. It doesn't help that my scales are a hunk of junk and rarely give the same results twice in a row. I promised myself I'd do it for a month and then decide what next, so that's what I'm doing. I actually like the shakes and porridge - some of the bars are revolting and mac and cheese taste like paste. But I can do this. I was meant to be following it with a friend, but she doesn't have as much to lose as me and when her first week's results were a pile of crap, she kinda jumped ship! So, me, myself and I and a facebook group that I've found. Plus numerous youtube videos including Life of Ollie.
Unfortunately, I'm not feeling well today. It looks like I've got a mini infection of my helix piercing i.e. a HUGE lump behind my ear that stabs me like the sword of a thousand spartans if I move my head without thinking. This comes with a side order of nausea, hot and cold fever, temperatures which make me feel like a furnace even whilst shivering - you get the picture. I tried to use this as justification for another day off diet plan - surely MacDonalds would make me feel better? But Stripes is onto me and my shenanigans so what I got was steroid ointment and orders to drink more fluids.
Thirty Seconds to Mars was freaking amazing. There were so many other disabled people there- we passed at least four other wheelchairs, plus people using crutches and walking sticks. It made me feel like I stood out a little less, which is saying something as the last time I tried to dye my crewcut blonde, it came out a delightful shade of lavender! Our seats were good and to be honest, I can't remember the last time I just sang my heart out without worrying about being out of tune, with thousands of other people joining in. I felt so free that even the pain in my knees from sitting still for so long didn't bother me much.
And of course, Stripes. She's my best mate and she doesn't always believe me when I tell her how special she is. But she moved the car on her own because she knew I couldn't walk back to it, move it and still have any real energy left. She just did it - and bloody perfectly too. She parked better than I do!! I'm mega proud of her, but she just thinks I have to be cos I'm her mother. Pft, shows what she knows
Easter holidays, which means Little Monster, She has been trying really hard lately but that seems to be wearing off. Just in time for her to go and spend a week with her Dad. She doesn't want to go - especially as it falls over her birthday - but she DOES want to go because he's her dad, and she wants him to have a chance to get to know her after being away for five years. So hopefully, he won't disappoint her. And it means Stripes and I get a week to ourselves! Until she's actually on the coach, I won't believe it, but we could be getting a WHOLE WEEK to ourselves!!!
In the meantime, the April thing is face make up - i.e. foundation, concealer and contour. None of us have ever used make up really before but Lil Monster has expressed interest. For her birthday, we've bought her some make up palettes, and for our April thing, I've just ordered a load of foundation, etc for us all to play with.
Not as easy as it sounds as I haven't been able to get to any shops to test foundation colours for matching my skin tone. None of the local superdrugs are particularly wheelchair friendly - whether it be a lack of parking or a lack of space within the store. Add to that, apparently this make up flies off the shelves because it is affordable but good! So we've ordered a variety of shades and will see how it turns out.
So, that's a little catch up with me. I've fallen in love with the Strictly Come Dancing game on tablet, which has rapidly become a bit of an obsession. This does mean I have semi stopped playing Songpop, Words with Friends and Sims Freeplay. And now, Sims Mobile, which I am less than impressed with but stay playing because I want to see what happens when my sims die!
Maybe you'll hear more from me over the next fortnight. Although, Shadowhunters season 3 has started so I wouldn't count on it - Malec isn't going to support itself you know!
Wakanda Forever!
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Showing posts with label night out. Show all posts
Showing posts with label night out. Show all posts
Tuesday, 3 April 2018
Saturday, 31 March 2018
30 Seconds To Mars
I haven't posted in yonks again.
Whoops.
Things have been busy, there's been illness, appointments, yadda yadda.
I'm writing now, though, and I've a bit of time free, so we might even get a double post tonight. Who knows?
The other night, Wheelz and I went out. Like, out out. Months ago, we booked tickets for a band that we both love, 30 Seconds to Mars.
The concert was on Thursday.
As with any outing that Wheelz and I go on, there's always a lot of planning and prepping involved. We bought disabled tickets in the wheelchair space, so that Wheelz wouldn't have to conquer any stairs. We prepaid for parking, specifically on the right floor to be able to walk right into the arena. We prepped Lil Monster on staying home by herself for the first time - we figure that, being as she turns fourteen in two weeks, she should be able to handle it. Still, I was fussing like a mother hen. I briefed her on the contents of the fridge, so that she could get herself dinner. I wrote down phone numbers for anyone that she could conceivably need to contact (two aunts, my grandmother, a friend of Wheelz's). I figured if there was an emergency, she should be able to remember 999.
The drive in was fine. We found parking pretty easily.
We initially parked further away, but spotted a better space nearer the entrance. So I - me- I reversed our mini 4x4 out of the space, drove to the new space, and reverse parked it where we wanted it.
I know that's probably quite a small achievement, but it felt huge. I've not felt able to drive for about a year now, as my anxiety just made it too insurmountable. But I did it! I moved our car, on my own, with no one there to take the wheel if anything went wrong.
I was sweating profusely and my breathing was shallower than I'd have preferred, but I did it!
We made our way in, and were searched - apparently this is a new thing that Arena Birmingham are doing - before heading to our seats. I had kind of forgotten what it can be like, trying to get through crowds of people with the wheelchair. Some people are understanding, and will step aside for us. Others will stand resolutely in our way, forcing us to have to swerve through tight spaces, for no other reason than their own amusement. We eventually made it to our seats, got comfortable and took the requisite 'night out' selfie.
One of the things I'd been looking forward to was seeing a friend of mine there. We don't see each other much, due to my job, her job and our distance from one another. But we knew that we were both there, and kept an eye out for one another. We didn't actually get the chance to speak; she was standing, and spaces were at a real premium, but we did see each other. It's funny how such a small interaction made me so pleased.
The set itself was electric.
I'm not, as a rule, a huge fan of live music. I typically find it too loud, the environment can feel too close. I've only managed it for two bands so far; 30 Seconds to Mars, and Fall Out Boy.
But it was incredible. There were hundreds of people, so caught up in the music and having an amazing time. I got to hear some of my favourite songs, some of their new songs. It was just utterly fantastic.
The sad thing about concerts, though, is that they're fairly short.
You get this incredible high whilst you're there, and they're on stage. You feel completely at one with the people around you. You don't feel outside, or awkward because pretty much everybody there is there for the same reason as you; to enjoy the music.
And then it ends.
That euphoria follows you for the rest of the night.
Or, if you're Wheelz, you end up with what I've termed a 'concert hangover'. Unfortunately, Jared Leto's language seems to have rubbed off on her, and she's spent the last two days calling everyone a motherfucker.
For Wheelz and I, these nights out are rare.
They're expensive, there's a lot of stress involved in getting there, we usually have to find a babysitter.
And so, to us, they're special. We usually manage it once a year, maybe twice if we're lucky.
I treasure those nights out with Wheelz. Because for just one night, we get to be ourselves. We are able to ignore the bounds of disability, and mental health, and just be two best friends, having the time of our lives.
I have no idea when we'll next be able to arrange it.
I do know, that by the time our next concert reveals itself to us, Lil Monster will be old enough to join us.
I wonder if it will be the same?
Whoops.
Things have been busy, there's been illness, appointments, yadda yadda.
I'm writing now, though, and I've a bit of time free, so we might even get a double post tonight. Who knows?
The other night, Wheelz and I went out. Like, out out. Months ago, we booked tickets for a band that we both love, 30 Seconds to Mars.
The concert was on Thursday.
As with any outing that Wheelz and I go on, there's always a lot of planning and prepping involved. We bought disabled tickets in the wheelchair space, so that Wheelz wouldn't have to conquer any stairs. We prepaid for parking, specifically on the right floor to be able to walk right into the arena. We prepped Lil Monster on staying home by herself for the first time - we figure that, being as she turns fourteen in two weeks, she should be able to handle it. Still, I was fussing like a mother hen. I briefed her on the contents of the fridge, so that she could get herself dinner. I wrote down phone numbers for anyone that she could conceivably need to contact (two aunts, my grandmother, a friend of Wheelz's). I figured if there was an emergency, she should be able to remember 999.
The drive in was fine. We found parking pretty easily.
We initially parked further away, but spotted a better space nearer the entrance. So I - me- I reversed our mini 4x4 out of the space, drove to the new space, and reverse parked it where we wanted it.
I know that's probably quite a small achievement, but it felt huge. I've not felt able to drive for about a year now, as my anxiety just made it too insurmountable. But I did it! I moved our car, on my own, with no one there to take the wheel if anything went wrong.
I was sweating profusely and my breathing was shallower than I'd have preferred, but I did it!
We made our way in, and were searched - apparently this is a new thing that Arena Birmingham are doing - before heading to our seats. I had kind of forgotten what it can be like, trying to get through crowds of people with the wheelchair. Some people are understanding, and will step aside for us. Others will stand resolutely in our way, forcing us to have to swerve through tight spaces, for no other reason than their own amusement. We eventually made it to our seats, got comfortable and took the requisite 'night out' selfie.
One of the things I'd been looking forward to was seeing a friend of mine there. We don't see each other much, due to my job, her job and our distance from one another. But we knew that we were both there, and kept an eye out for one another. We didn't actually get the chance to speak; she was standing, and spaces were at a real premium, but we did see each other. It's funny how such a small interaction made me so pleased.
The set itself was electric.
I'm not, as a rule, a huge fan of live music. I typically find it too loud, the environment can feel too close. I've only managed it for two bands so far; 30 Seconds to Mars, and Fall Out Boy.
But it was incredible. There were hundreds of people, so caught up in the music and having an amazing time. I got to hear some of my favourite songs, some of their new songs. It was just utterly fantastic.
The sad thing about concerts, though, is that they're fairly short.
You get this incredible high whilst you're there, and they're on stage. You feel completely at one with the people around you. You don't feel outside, or awkward because pretty much everybody there is there for the same reason as you; to enjoy the music.
And then it ends.
That euphoria follows you for the rest of the night.
Or, if you're Wheelz, you end up with what I've termed a 'concert hangover'. Unfortunately, Jared Leto's language seems to have rubbed off on her, and she's spent the last two days calling everyone a motherfucker.
For Wheelz and I, these nights out are rare.
They're expensive, there's a lot of stress involved in getting there, we usually have to find a babysitter.
And so, to us, they're special. We usually manage it once a year, maybe twice if we're lucky.
I treasure those nights out with Wheelz. Because for just one night, we get to be ourselves. We are able to ignore the bounds of disability, and mental health, and just be two best friends, having the time of our lives.
I have no idea when we'll next be able to arrange it.
I do know, that by the time our next concert reveals itself to us, Lil Monster will be old enough to join us.
I wonder if it will be the same?
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