And The Benefits of a 4 Day Weekend Were...

I cannot believe I'm back to work tomorrow! I cannot believe I've had 4 days off work, and I've felt pretty much like crap the whole time.
So you could say then, that the cold has lasted the whole weekend. I was really pretty ill on Friday and Saturday. This is the first cold I've had for pretty much a year, so it kinda knocked me for six... I've been pretty much healthy even when all around me have had full on flu and things. So I guess in many ways I've been lucky.
So where am I now? I'm at the semi-congested stage, with a sore red nose from wiping it and blowing it continually (it's not pretty). Well, actually, it's a white nose at the minute... covered in sudocrem to try and put a bit of moisture back into the skin (laugh all you want, it helps and doesn't matter because I'm not going anywhere). But unfortunately, it's turning to my chest, and being asthmatic, that's like 'oh shit'!
The coughs are a-coming and everything I eat feels like it collects on my chest... which isn't good.

And I'm back to work tomorrow. I'm not going to pull a sicky, because to be fair, I did do stuff at the weekend, so I can't really use the 'I'm not well enough' card... I have a conscience.

The up side is, doesed up on Sudafed and paracetamol, I went to watch the Quins play Hull FC at the Stoop on Saturday evening, as per my season ticket. And we won, which was good. Only trouble was I had a sore throat and felt lousy, so I couldn't yell at the Referee (bloody Silverwood for all league fans), who was an absolute knob. Still, look, look...two fingers up to you matie, we still won! And I would just like to pubically applaud Danny Orr for not missing a single kick again... have we found the kicker we so badly needed? Legend!
Anyway, enough of that... I felt a little better Saturday night, so I decided to go to my aunt and uncles and go watch my cousin's son on Sunday morning play rugby. He's only 9, and this is his first season, and he absolutely loves it.
It was worth all my pain when his little eyes completely lit up when I arrived to watch him train. And for a wee might, and a right little munchkin, he's actually pretty damn good! So I just want to say now, Go Tyler! We've got a right little Jason Robinson in our midst... and Nanny would be very proud of you if she were still here mate.

To be honest, I'm finding the not having my Nan around really hard. The next installment of the Now series of CDs is out next week, and she always bought it for me. That and with it being Mother's Day last weekend, I'm just finding it especially hard. I want my Nan back...

The remainder of my weekend I've spent putting together my new flat screen TV and DVD recorder... it is the dogs bollocks of equipment, and to be fair, has taken some installing, but I've managed to do it... and got completely shit scared watching Lost on it last night! And will be DVD recording 24 this evening :). I'm sure you can see me grinning from ear to ear...

Everything else has been a mish mash. One of my best mates has just split up with her girlfriend of 9 years, so I'm trying to be there and supporting her, knowing full well how hard it is when something like that happens... I just feel so far away though if you know what I mean?

And another of my best friends has just lost her uncle and is worried about her dad... I tried calling her this evening to check she's hanging in there, but it went to messages. And she didn't respond to my email from earlier, so I'm a little worried... but then it is Dr T... she knows where I am, and that I'm here if and when she needs me.

I'm just incredibly frustrated at my feelings at the minute... I have this absolute knack of falling for the impossible, and making life incredibly difficult...And all relatively under the wire. Fact is, now isn't the time to elaborate on this... just something that was in my head and I just wanted to bring up!

I guess my other whinge point and bugbear at the moment relates to FT. Although to be honest, it could have been any of my friends, just so happens that coincidentally it is FT.
Now I've known for a long while, and have indeed accepted the fact that she and I are now firmly on different paths. And I'm cool with that. Whatever happens or has happened has led us in different directions, and romantically that is never going to be rectifiable. However, fact remains, I still love her, as one of my closest friends, and someone that I want the best for, and want to see happy. I'm not saying sometimes it doesn't cross my mind that I wish that was still with me. But we are two very different people to the FT and DL who fell in love when I was back in uni.
My piss point, is that I expect a degree of consideration from my friends, and to be honest, I'm a wear your heart on your sleeve kinda gal, and I expect from my friends no more and no less than I would give to them.
So I've been arranging a big group of us to take part in Race For Life in Enfield in June and raise money for Cancer Research. To which a whole host of people from work, and Dr T and indeed FT agreed to take part in. Now by definition, it's obvious it means a lot to me. I've experienced cancer in my life, and I ran two of the damn races last year, and have been on the search for people far and wide to join in and get their friends to join in and make a day of it.
FT agreed to do it. And Spoonsie was coming along too. Now I don't think it's fair to use the excuse that people only joined up because I encouraged them to. Fact it, it's a choice. People have said no and refused to do it. Fair enough. Only FT said yes. So I sorted her out her entry and got the pack sent through to her. She was in agreement to all this I might add. And as far as I was aware, was quite looking forward to a day out with the guys with picnics and fun and all sorts. Only I spoke to her yesterday, and she tells me she's going to America the day after we go to see a concert. All sounds cool, so I said it sounds pretty cool, and she apparently chose then out of the whole summer just because it happened to be a Saturday.
OK so you know what I'm going to say. She goes the day before Race For Life.
To which end, I'm completely pissed off. It wasn't as though she didn't know about it. It wasn't as though the fee wasn't paid and the pack hadn't arrived. It's all there. Now I don't believe for a second there is any actual intent in going then to miss Race For Life. It didn't even dawn on me until later in the evening that the two events clashed, but it does piss me off.
And it's not just because its FT. I'd be the same if any of my friends had made the same fuck up. Fact is, it is something that is very important to me. I just feel like I put myself out there, do things for other people, that other people want, and end up getting taken advantage of. And I am absolutely pig fucking sick of it. One thing, one event I've been specifically asking people to join in with, and guess who it is that's let down again. I'm gutted. And to be honest, I'm losing the ability to trust the people I care about. It feels like sometimes the ones that won't let me down are so damn far away, and I'm left all on my own. And no one gives a fuck. I guess the event is a big deal for me because it's me trying to introduce close friends in my life together like work friends and older friends, and it's a big deal because it's for a cause that means a lot to me. I'm just gutted.
I sent her a text telling her about the clash when I realised last night. Haven't heard a damn thing back, which is pissing me off too. What would it have hurt to say something like 'oh shit, sorry Luce, I didn't realise that was then'. No, it wouldn't make it OK, and no, it wouldn't stop me being upset about the whole thing, because it won't give me what I want and I'll still feel let down. But it would at least make me think that there was some thought out there about how I was feeling. Some acknowledgement about me being actually fucking upset about it. And the worst part is it's too late now, for me to feel she was actually genuinly bothered about upsetting me.

It just feels like another aspect of my life where people really don't give a fuck. It just hurts all the more when it's someone you open up to that you feel let down by. It makes me not want to ask anything of any of my friends, and never make plans, because you don't have to face disappointment when it all goes tits up.

It's led me to decide I'm going to piss off by myself for a bit. I love my friends, and I need them more than I care to admit out loud at the minute, it's been and continues to be an incredibly shit year. But I can't face the thought of being let down. My Nan was always there for times like that. When I needed to escape, and to feel loved and wanted around, my Nan was the one to go to.

And from a family I saw at work the other day, where the wife would rather her husband with Parkinson's rot in a hospital than simply walk with him to the toilet so he didn't fall, I think I'm better off on my own.

Feeling Sorry For Myself...

Why is it that when you have a good few days off work... something happens to ruin it?
I have a 4 day weekend... can you believe it? It's never been known. 4 days where I can do what I want... nothing planned particularly, so the world is my oyster.

Oh that's right... I got no sleep last night and woke up this morning with a stinking cold! Now I've not suffered with a cold or flu at all this year... not even through the winter. Even when everyone around me has been pretty sick, I've been A OK. But just when I get a 4 day weekend... and was way looking forward to it, catching up to people important to me who I've neglected for a bit... I feel like complete crap!

Would you believe I've spent the day tucked up in my bed watching the DVD box set of Criminal Minds series 2! Not that there's anything wrong with that... I guess I just felt a bit peeved that I could have done with a loved one brining me soup and cuddles to make me feel better! But no such luck!

Ah well... I guess I'll survive!

Speaking of which... I'm seriously considering now might be the right sort of time to get my next tattoo done. I'm having the word "Survivor" tattooed on my left ankle in chinese symbols. I had a friend of mine have it translated for me when she was in China, so it's a series of three symbols. I don't want anything big or opressive... just something with a bit of meaning, and I decided on that after I've been through all my low points in the past and of late, and I'm still here to tell the tale! I figured now is the time, as it will be all settled and looking good for the summer, with a pair of flip flops on... I can't wait! All I need is the cash to do it!

I've also come to the conclusion I need to get away, have a break and a holiday. I feel like to some extent, I've had the piss taken out of me a bit... and I don't want to have to be someone I'm not to stop that from happening. The difference with me now, is I realise when I deserve or need better, and I'm not frightened to take a stand to get it now. The difficulty is not upsetting people un-necessarily in the process.
I have friends all over the country I should take the time to go and visit... when it is convenient with them too of course. Takes me a while, but I do work out what I need eventually in the long run!

Anyhow, unintentionally, I'm cutting this post short, purely because I feel like shit and like my sinuses are about to erupt... so I guess the conclusion is:

To Be Continued...

Where To Look... Which Way To Turn?

I sometimes wonder if Forest Gump was right... is life really like a box of chocolates? I think he had a point. Not just in the fact that you never know which one you're going to get, but also in that sometimes, and at some point, only the shit ones are left, and you kinda have to deal with them!
I think for the minute, I'm in my 'strawberry cream' mode... and I hate strawberry creams!

This is kind of a crap week for me. This weekend especially. I'm seeing parts of myself I wished and hoped I'd lost. I think I need a good cry, but that shows weakness, and I don't want to be weak. Not on my own.

I have, however, isolated why I'm feeling like this. Now just the hard part is having to deal with it. Or to find a way to. My reasons for feeling like this are:

• I had an email slanging match with Sarah, and stupidly on my part, got very hurt and upset by some of the things she said, but not only that entered into a bit of the self doubt the old Lucy mastered so perfectly. Not where I want to be.
• I don't like still living at home. But at the moment, I'm so stupidly, ridiculously broke, there really is little I can do about it.
• I had a little moment this weekend, where something, reminded me of Sarah, and I thought about the good times, minus the lies and the grief, and I really missed her and how she made me feel. Then I got upset and angry that things had to go the way they did.
• I hate change and I don't cope with it. Yet things at work are changing... some of the people I like and work closely with, GT included, have or are leaving... and I'm not coping too well.
• I pissed off being single. And to be fair, I just don't see a way out of it. I can't shake the feeling that it doesn't matter what I do, or how much I give, I'm just not what the lovely ladies out there want.

I think as well, at the minute, particularly today, Mother's Day, I'm missing my Nan. And I still feel as though I haven't grieved properly. And I'm not sure I will. I feel like I need to completely break down and cry in someone's arms, and to be held and told it's OK. But there's no one in my life to do that. No one I trust enough to be that vunerable with. I feel like I'm in a bit of a nomadic state.

I'm sure it won't last long, and it won't last forever. Just right now, I'm in a bit of a struggle to deal with it. Where did it all go wrong?!

Lessons Learned

OK, well it seems as though I only post in here when I reach hurdles or turning points in my life. I guess maybe that's what I'm still doing here. Why I haven't come to delete this blog yet... mind you, I think I like my electic chair!

I guess recent events have brought me here, when to be honest, I've not been back here since my last post in October. I'm good at things like that when I get caught up in something. Speaking of which, I have just re-read my last post. Oh how things change. Oh how all of that now is a complete pile of poo. I guess the difference now is I'm not angry or bitter... for once I have come to understand how it was a natural general progression of things.

The story goes like this:
OK, so I learned that is possible to feel more than one thing for more than one person. Admittedly maybe all at the same time, because just because I had fallen for and was in love with Sarah, it never changed the feelings I had for FT. It was just different, and acceptable because things change and things move on, and in order to survive you have to live with that and move on. I'd love to say 'in my young life', but I'm 27 this year (FUCK... really?! How'd that happen??) I know the ins and outs of everything. But that's not true, and I don't think I ever will... that's impossible, not just for me, but for anyone (yes, the scientist in me does still rear its head). Truth is, I've only just learned that it is possible to fall out of love with someone. That happened with Sarah. For many, many reasons. Too many to go into in depth, so I'll just hilight a few to remind myself when I revisit here perhaps in a few months time.

She was completely nuts. She had a relatively low self esteem, but then I battle with my own every day, so I tried my upmost to be supportive and get around that. It worked for a bit, but not entirely. So maybe it taught me what infuriated FT about me. But then I was never as bad as that... I'm sure. Nothing I ever did was enough. But it wasn't a sweet sensitive low self esteem, she'd get rightly pissed off if I even tried to convince her she was a good person. How do you even deal with that?
Then there was that nothing I ever done was good enough. And as many of my friends could testify, when I am with someone, I will go completely out of my way to make them happy. To be with them and give them anything they want. With Sarah it was never good enough. It was never good enough that I'd get up at 7am on my days off to come and see her (getting down for 9am was never early enough - like I can help rush hour traffic in London). And staying until 11:30pm was never good enough, because if I went out for an evening of drinks with my friends, I always stayed later. So that was never good enough. Not to mention I always had work the next day after coming to see her, and was up at 5:45am. After 6 months I was completely running on empty. It got to the stage I dreaded my phone going. The conversation would always be 'hey baby, how are you? you alright?' to which she would always reply 'no, not really'. Every fucking time! By the end I was ignoring her calls from time to time, because I was just too tired to deal with her either having a go at me, or making no conversation and having a go at me for not saying anything... when it was her that rang me, so presumably she had something she wanted to talk about!!
I'm not saying we didn't have good times, because that would be a complete lie. But when you get to the point when the bad times and the avoidance out weigh the good times, or they occur directly after something good to overshadow it, then it's time to call it a day.
In all honesty, I consider myself to be relatively easy to get on with. I mean, yes there are certain people I don't get on with, but I'm not the argumentative sort. I have never known someone who can push my buttons and bate me into an argument over and over again, over nothing in particular.
She thought it was perfectly acceptable to be receiving text messages and naked photos from other women, apparently completely unprovoked, but apparently it 'means nothing'. Something which I never believed. And something I'm not going to stand for, particularly when I'm getting all the grief.
I can't live like that.
I fell out of love with her. But in respect for everything we shared, and all the good times, I didn't hate her, and I still cared about her. So she tells me she found a breast lump. Of course I'm concerned, but I'm not going to be her gf out of pity - it wouldn't do either of us any favours. And I myself have dealt with breast cancer as my mum had it when I was in my late teens. So I know the procedures and how it is dealt with. To cut a long story short, she sends me a range of messages telling me she's going to have a biopsy and they're taking her into hospital for the day... yet she was on MSN that day. I didn't believe her, but I had no proof, so didn't question her, and afterall, we were over, so there was no real consequence to me. Then she texts me in the evening telling me she was just back from hospital all battered and bruised. I mentioned that I had seen her on MSN earlier that day. A comment which she completely ignored and slagged me off for not caring about the fact that she had just had a lump and lymph nodes removed.
Something which I know from personal experience that wouldn't have happened all in one day, for one reason being lymph node removal requires drainage tubes in place for a week or so, just like my mum did. She didn't reply, and that was the last I heard from her.
Until this weekend.

I don't know what upset me or pissed me off actually. She sent me a message slagging me off for hurting her when all she ever done was love me apparently. I then happened to notice that she had pictures of both of us posted on the internet, and was completly slagging me off. Telling the world I am a complete drama queen, and beware because I'm horrible and a liar and dishonest and just basically saying anyone who has anything to do with me needs their head examined.
If it had been written in a psycho rant, then I'd have paid no attention, but it was written in the context of a serious warning message with a whole host of lies.
I responded (and if you think so please don't say 'what were you doing... stupid, I already know!). I simply calmly asked her to remove the pictures, and said that inspite of everything that had happened, I would never slag her off publicly, and would appreciate it if she didn't do the same to me.
So then ensued a whole host of tit-for-tat (Luce, you're a complete fool!) messages her slagging me off more, and me pointing out that she was a liar for some of the things she said and did.
The upshot is I've actually been quite hurt by some of the things she has said. I've spent 2 years trying to get my life back on track, and to get a handle on my self esteem issues, which I feel a bit like she's been picking at the seams of undoing all the progress.
She can call me all the names under the sun, and say what the hell she likes about me. Funny that, I have no problem with her telling me that I make her sick and all sorts. But she said some really hurtful stuff, about how things ended with FT, and some stuff I've had go through my head time in time out. Yes, OK, so I spent so long on my own because I did think and to some extent, still do, that I'm a fat fucker, who is completely unattractive. I don't think I come anywhere near close to being attractive enough to pulling a gorgeous attractive femme lesbian who can handle my sarcastic sense of humour and who actually finds me drop dead gorgeous to the point of wanting me anywhere and everywhere. I don't need her reitterating that. And also throwing in my face that FT only stuck around because she couldn't see me and was deluded into thinking I was something sexy and special, and even she came to her senses. And while I never even see FT's blindness as an issue, yeah, I did think I'd never find anyone who can actually see me that finds me drop dead gorgeous. I'm insecure with low self esteem, I've thought all sorts. I know that's not why FT and I are no more. Truth is, it's partly to do with this insecure monster Sarah's feeding that is the reason for why I'm still single.
Truth is, confidence breeds sexiness. That is fact. And the problem I'm having today and have been for a couple of days now, is that I've lost my confidence. I don't feel like I'm attractive now in any way. I see anyone and everyone as competition, and I fail dismally. I'm trying to stop it falling into a self fulfilling prophecy. Lord knows its hard enough to find a good woman in the lesbian community anyway, without this on top!