Sunday Selections #69

by frogpondsrock on May 13, 2012

in David,photography,sunday selections

Happy Mothers Day everyone.I am going out to see my daughter Veronica and we will be having scones with jam and cream. I am going to dig out my Great Aunt Joan’s, Royal Doulton tea cups and we will sip cups of tea from proper tea cups.

It will be nice.

I am seriously pushed for time this morning, so without further ado here is this weeks Sunday Selections.

The Blurb

I take a lot of photos and most of them are just sitting around in folders on my desktop not doing anything. I thought that a dedicated post once a week would be a good way to share some of these photos that otherwise wouldn’t be seen by anyone other than me.

I am also remarkably absent minded and I put photos into folders and think that I will publish them later on and then then I never do.

So I have started a photo meme that anyone can join in and play as well. The rules are so simple as to be virtually non existent.

Just add your name and URL to the Mr Linky.

Publish your photos on your blog using the “Sunday Selections” title.

Link back here to me.

The Photos

There was much talk about the “super moon” on twitter the other night, I couldn’t see that this full moon was any different from any of the other full moons I have seen before. Now I know that this moon was closer to earth, yada yada yada but because I live in the country and don’t suffer from adverse light pollution, I have a wonderful clear view of the night sky every night.

I absolutely adore the full moon but I can’t be bothered dragging out the tripod and taking photos like a proper photographer. I just run around the house snapping away madly freehand, and hoping like hell I don’t trip over anything in the dark.

I get very bored with my own images very quickly, I mean how many photos of the full moon does one woman need? And the moon does end up looking like a speckly peeled orange with all those segments after a while. So I have lots of photos like these ones as well, where I am endlessly fascinated by the patterns the branches make.

I am more interested in the texture of the branches and the circle of light bleeding into the clouds than the actual moon itself. I have just used the moon as a handy source of light.

Anyway enough with the moon, last week we went fishing for a bit and this photo shows young players how not to hold their rod when targeting Tassie Black Bream. David was rolling a smoke and if a bream had taken his bait he would have lost his rod as well as a tooth or two.


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by frogpondsrock on May 11, 2012

in David,Ehlers Danlos Syndrome

I think I have Titler’s block.

The title of my blog post is generally the first half of a sentence, with the opening sentence of the blog post completing the thought that was started in the heading, with the post then following along in a semi-orderly direction.

But not today.

Today I have Titler’s block and so this post will be all over the place, completely without any structure.

It is 12 noon and I have done sweet eff all this morning.

Apart from drive the totally unplanned hour long round trip to get David onto a metro bus because he missed his school bus this morning.

And seeing the suburban bus stop is next to a supermarket, I did a quick ninja shop and bought ingredients for three different meal options for tonights dinner.

Tip for young players. Do not go to the supermarket before breakfast.

I came home with canneloni and couscous, ricotta and red snakes and now that I have had breakfast I don’t feel like cooking a bloody thing.

David read my blog post , “When Magic Kisses and Wiggles Bandaids Don’t Work Anymore.”

He kissed me on the top of my head and told me he loved me, I then pushed my advantage in the mum-needs-a-love stakes and also scored a giant hug and a kiss on the eyebrow for luck.

The proton pump inhibitor (40mg pantoprazole) has taken the edge of David’s nausea so he only feels terribly seedy each morning rather than constantly on the verge of throwing up. So that is a win, sort of. We also came away with lots and lots of Panadol-Osteo, some Celebrex and a small supply of Pramin (10mg Metoclopramide) for when he is really feeling like shit.

The paracetamol seemed to take the edge of David pain levels a tiny bit, but he complained it was making him feel ill so he stopped after 2 days. We still have the big guns of the anti inflammatory Celebrex to keep as breakthrough pain relief when he is having a big flare up.

One of the difficulties in dealing with an incurable, degenerative and rare genetic condition is that the medical profession are always constantly on the back foot and being reactive rather than proactive and it is disheartening to realise that all we can really do is muddle along as best we can.

I don’t like being reactive, I am a doer, I like to be prepared and to have a plan. I am a great believer in preventative strategies and I am sure I was a glorious boy scout in a previous life.

But Ehlers Danlos Syndrome doesn’t allow for plans and preparations. Veronica managed one of her most hideous and painful dislocations while she was sitting down being still. *sigh*

So we are taking each day as it comes and our next visit to the Doctor will be to get David a referral to a psych who specialises in talking with people who are dealing with chronic pain, it would be nice if this psych was also experienced with teenagers but I am not holding my breath.

In the meantime with winter fast approaching we took advantage of a glorious autumn day last weekend to do a spot of fishing down at the river.

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There was a time when a magic kiss fixed everything and what magic kisses wouldn’t fix, a wiggles band-aid certainly could. It is a sad day in a mothers life, when she realises that the one sure fire cure in her arsenal, just doesn’t work any more. That the magic has faded from her kisses and that wiggles band aids are made for little chubby fingers, not almost man hands.

I don’t often think of myself as the mother of disabled children, I certainly don’t think of my husband and children as disabled.When I think of disabled children, I think of the stereotypical image of a brain damaged child in a motorised wheelchair.

But I am, the mother of disabled children. My children are broken, betrayed by their broken gene and dislocating joints.

In my broken family Veronica and The Spouse are two of a kind, they both have a strong work ethic and they both treat their disabilities with a nonchalant disdain. They battle furiously on, until they collapse in their various heaps, gathering their breath, marshaling their strength and poking their respective ribs, shoulders and hips back into place.

David and I are of the same ilk, we both coast along doing just enough to pass, whilst also giving of ourselves to all that need a hand. We are the ones with the ready ear and the solutions, the broken naturally gravitate towards us. Or more especially the broken gravitate to my son. I learned a long time ago how to ration myself so that the psychic junkies didn’t drain me dry. This is a skill my son needs to master, but it is also a skill that only comes with growing up.

My son, my youngest child David, will be eighteen next month and somedays he is so broken it hurts me to watch. It is hard enough navigating the minefield of young adulthood with out having to deal with a broken body as well. I often wonder if I am in some sort of denial about the extent of David’s Ehlers Danlos or if it is just that I am so used to my husband and daughter being broken that I don’t think too deeply about it anymore.

My refrain in the mornings as David complains of feeling sick has always been, “You will be fine once you get to school.” As I pushed him into the shower, into the car, onto the school bus, out into his life.

Pushing him to push through himself.

David is in bed as I write this. He is having his first Ehlers Danlos Crash, he has pushed himself for so long that his body has pushed back and said STOP. I have a thick lamb stew on the stove and I am letting my son sleep. We have a Doctors appointment on Monday and then I will begin to push again. This time I will be pushing the Doctors to do what I want. I fought for seven years to find out what was wrong with my girl. Veronica has cleared the path for her father and her brother and armed with the knowledge and the support of my daughter I will try and make things a bit easier this year for my son.

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A time to write…

by frogpondsrock on February 16, 2012

in cancer,David,Ehlers Danlos Syndrome

And there is a time to faff about but if you faff about for too long you lose your writing time

Or I do at least.

I write my blog posts in the early morning. Each morning I get up and make a pot of coffee and I sit down at the computer. I check my emails and then I think about writing a blog post.

The critical piece of timing here internet, is the point between thinking about writing a blog post and opening facebook.

If I open facebook, I lose time, anything from 20 minutes to an hour can vanish in the click of a mouse.

I check my son’s status, then my daughters, then I check on you. I smile at the humorous pictures I see and I share stuff that interests me or that I think my friends will enjoy. click faff click faff. tick tock tick tock tick tick TICK TOCK.

Then twitter beckons and I have another choice, click over to my twitter account or log onto the blog.

I use twitter as a news service and If I click through to my account all chances of writing a blog post have flown out the window. I  become distracted and then overloaded mentally by all the goings on in the world. The occupy protests, Syria, feminist issues, causes, humour and stupidity all combine to steal at least another hour.

And look it is 8.20 am and I haven’t written a thing.

The clock is still ticking away, half the day has vanished already, I should be in the studio, eeek.

But I am procrastinating and maybe I should just make a music cd to work to. Something loud and rocky, good cleaning music.

Because the studio is chaotically messy from this months frantic making and I need to give it a good clean before I can glaze the work.

The Fired Up exhibition opens on the 4th of March. The work is half done.

The bisque firing was successful and the work just need to be glazed.

Glazing involves making five or ten litre buckets of glaze, mixing and straining and sieving and pouring.

All very physical work but I can’t concentrate today.

I am procrastinating.

I am procrastinating by writing this post.

I have managed to avoid twitter and facebook this morning apart from a quick check on the kids.

My son goes back to school today. He dropped out of school last year and spent the year sleeping.

His facebook status worries me  All-nighter then rosny tomorrow. Yiew. Pumped to get back into guitaring.

I need to remind myself  that I cant live his life,that I cant make him, that I cant make him be happy.

I cant fix him. My son is broken and I can’t fix him. I can just pass him the glue and hope.

I rang him at 7.08 am this morning and he answered the phone with, “Yes I am awake Mother”.

I wasn’t going to ring but I am too keyed up to let today slip by without making contact. David is an independent student, who does not live at home and he needs to find his own way without me nagging him out of bed and forcing him to go to school.

I am a bundle of nerves, of angsty, worrying nerves. I hope against all hope that David has a good first day at school, I hope his day today will be brilliant and that he will go to school again tomorrow, happily.

I hope, I hope, I hope.

I have had this feeling every first day of every school year of his life. Hoping like mad that he has a great day, knowing that his first day’s experience  will define the year. It seems that I have spent every first day worrying. The difference now is that we know about the Ehlers Danlos Syndrome. We know why David can’t sleep. Why he hurts, why the nausea lasts all day and why the anxiety gnaws at him.

And here I am again pointlessly exercising my mad skills with my 20/20 hindsight. If only I hadn’t sent him to Blah de Blah  high. If only I hadn’t made him stay at the primary school he hated, If only we didn’t live so far away. If only things were easier.

If only mum hadn’t died.

It is hard, internet.

And all I can do, is the best I can do.

I just muddle along, taking each day as it comes and making decisions based on the information I have at hand at the time.

And if wishes were horses I would own a circus.

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Good morning internet, how are you this morning? I woke up this morning and the first thing I thought of was that last night, I publicly announced that I am participating in the Worlds Greatest Shave next year. I have been known to cook up some seriously harebrained schemes late on a Saturday night before this one.  The difference being that all those other schemes generally involved alcohol and ran out of puff when I woke up on Sunday and remembered what I had done and then hoped like hell that no-one remembered my rash promises.

This scheme is neither harebrained nor rash. I am committed.

So my lovelies, shall we make a date for Saturday the 17th of March 2012 and I will shave off my hair if we reach my goal of $5000

Now back to today’s business of sharing photos that might otherwise be consigned to spending the rest of their days in a dusty folder in a forgotten hard drive.

The Blurb

I take a lot of photos and most of them are just sitting around in folders on my desktop not doing anything. I thought that a dedicated post once a week would be a good way to share some of these photos that otherwise wouldn’t be seen by anyone other than me.

I am also remarkably absent minded and I put photos into folders and think that I will publish them later on and then then I never do.

So I have started a photo meme that anyone can join in and play as well. The rules are so simple as to be virtually non existent.

Just add your name and URL to the Mr Linky.

Publish your photos on your blog using the “Sunday Selections” title.

Link back here to me.

Easy Peasy.

The Photos


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