Oh tis a happy house chez moggie:(
Not content with asthma, steroids and inhaler Mr Mog and I went on Saturday for our annual flu jab. We have this each year because of my weak chest and normally it goes off smoothly. A sore arm for a day then nothing.
This year however was different. We were not aware that the governmen in their wisdom had decided to add the swine flu stuff to it. If I had know there is no way on God's earth I would have gone for the jab. So many friends of mine last year were ill after having this injection.
No mention at the surgery, no questions no information just injections. Saturday was ok til the evening then both of us started to feel really weary. Aching, headaches, cold. The works
Sunday morning no better and no energy. Violent headaches and sore. Bed at 8pm for us both, trying to combat the poisons. At this time we were unaware that this wasn't the normal injection.
Forward to Monday even worse, we rang doctors and were told 48 hours we would be fine, take paracetamol and lots of liquid. No mention of anything else.
Speaking to an aunt later she mentioned the swine flu element. I rang doctors to ask and was told yes I think we may have that in this years injection. The devious part of me wonders if they don't mention it to avoid people refusing to have the darn thing.
Today I am in bed, shakes,I am frozen, headaches, so weary I ache all over. Mr mog is a little better thank goodness. When he rang the doctors earlier when I could barely move for shaking he was told, she can come in at 7pm and have her chest listened to.
That will really do me good I am sure.
I have to go to the asthma clinic for the first time tomorrow, we will see what they have to say then. It reinforces my dislike of the medical fraternity and my belief in trying to doctor myself when ever possible.
October 12, 2010
October 04, 2010
Autumn flurries, autumn squalls Timbertops wheels for sale
It has been a squally week or two chez moggie, very wintery weather and much colder than normal.
I've also been feeling pretty grotty and have now been diagnosed with late onset asthma. This particularly affects me more in the morning which is a nuisance as I struggle to move around then anyways. I've been prescribed steroids, Now steroids and I have a long long history we go back over (well over) half a century. I know they are excellent for some diseases/ailments but I hate the side effects of them. It would seem now that they prescribe them in a different way than previously and I have been given a two week course. This apparently stops all the weaning off and the side effects. I hummed and aahed about taking them because of previous problems but decided it wasn't going to get better without the help of these tiny pills.
I'm feeling somewhat easier(except in a morning) and the pills plus inhaler appear to be helping.
Watch this space.
It has made things rather fraught for us both but yesterday Mr Mog reorganised one of our altars as you will see below and that has lifted my spirits:) I love the effect of floating candles when they reflect in crystals.
Now onto the wheels. I'm destashing my 2 timbertops wheels as I am getting a suzie pro.
These are original Williamson wheels from the 70s. Both numbered/dated and in excellent working condition. The first is a timbertops Leicester in yew
second is a Timbertops thurmaston 18inch wheel in oak. Both spin beautifully but in a small house I need a smaller wheel so these have to go.
I've also been feeling pretty grotty and have now been diagnosed with late onset asthma. This particularly affects me more in the morning which is a nuisance as I struggle to move around then anyways. I've been prescribed steroids, Now steroids and I have a long long history we go back over (well over) half a century. I know they are excellent for some diseases/ailments but I hate the side effects of them. It would seem now that they prescribe them in a different way than previously and I have been given a two week course. This apparently stops all the weaning off and the side effects. I hummed and aahed about taking them because of previous problems but decided it wasn't going to get better without the help of these tiny pills.
I'm feeling somewhat easier(except in a morning) and the pills plus inhaler appear to be helping.
Watch this space.
It has made things rather fraught for us both but yesterday Mr Mog reorganised one of our altars as you will see below and that has lifted my spirits:) I love the effect of floating candles when they reflect in crystals.
Now onto the wheels. I'm destashing my 2 timbertops wheels as I am getting a suzie pro.
These are original Williamson wheels from the 70s. Both numbered/dated and in excellent working condition. The first is a timbertops Leicester in yew
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September 17, 2010
Dear governmen(t)
Dear Governmen(t)
What we would like as one of your electorate.
We would like the money you need for essential services to come from those who can afford it, not those without.
We would like the fat cat salaries, bonuses and pensions to be cut drastically. It is criminal to pay ineffective idiots large amounts to make a mess of things.
Banks and big businesses we are particularly looking your way.
We would like you to rethink your cuts on essential benefits paid to the elderly and disabled. You hurt the ones who can't fight back and that's not playing nice. In fact I'd call it despicable, wouldn't you? Although I suspect the not fighting back is why you target this group. Naughty, naughty.
By all means don't increase benefit payments and pensions next year, everyone can then play their part in that way.
DON'T cut essential health care.
How would you like to be seriously ill and be told that there is no money for your treatment, the funding has run out or the drug is too expensive? And that they are sorry but that is how it is.
If you die it isn't their fault, blame the recession.
Oh that's right it won't happen to you Mr Governmen(t) man you have private health care and money to fund what you may need.
GIVE our military the equipment it needs to do the job you want and expect it to do.
If you want an army, navy, air force you DO need to pay for it you know?
Would you like to be in a war zone with no protection and third rate equipment? Would you like to be the father or mother hearing the knock on the door and being told your child was dead due to insufficient support? But he died for his country. I'm sure that will be a great comfort in their bereavement don't you?
Oh no, I forgot, money privilege etc. You wouldn't fight the fight, you would fund it if it made a profit, wouldn't you?
STOP Immigration NOW That is an essential, we are overrun with people.
This is only a small island you know. Its resources are finite.
And, a bonus for you if you stopped people coming in, less to pay out in health care housing and the like = more money left over for other needs.
GET RID of political correctness and the Elves of Safe Tea.
They are corrupting this country by the nonsense they preach . Lets bring back Comm and Sense. They worked well for a long long time. In fact their influence can still be found if you look around.
LETS NOT spend millions lauding a sad old man who pushes things under the carpet and ignores them and their terrible effect on people, out of sight and out of mind?
His church has more than enough cash to fund state visits for eternity and beyond. So why do we bend over backwards and treat him as royalty?
Does it give us worth, does it help the needy?
I think not.
And, conversely, will we do the same for other faiths, other beliefs? Or is it one rule because you say so?
Dear Governmen(t)
This hasn't been polished or mulled over by a committee.
We don't have spin doctors or the like on our team making words palatable.
But I do suspect there are many more who feel as we do.
We are known as the common folk, the voice of the people.
We still have a voice.
It is our land.
Yours sincerely
the folk of this island
What we would like as one of your electorate.
We would like the money you need for essential services to come from those who can afford it, not those without.
We would like the fat cat salaries, bonuses and pensions to be cut drastically. It is criminal to pay ineffective idiots large amounts to make a mess of things.
Banks and big businesses we are particularly looking your way.
We would like you to rethink your cuts on essential benefits paid to the elderly and disabled. You hurt the ones who can't fight back and that's not playing nice. In fact I'd call it despicable, wouldn't you? Although I suspect the not fighting back is why you target this group. Naughty, naughty.
By all means don't increase benefit payments and pensions next year, everyone can then play their part in that way.
DON'T cut essential health care.
How would you like to be seriously ill and be told that there is no money for your treatment, the funding has run out or the drug is too expensive? And that they are sorry but that is how it is.
If you die it isn't their fault, blame the recession.
Oh that's right it won't happen to you Mr Governmen(t) man you have private health care and money to fund what you may need.
GIVE our military the equipment it needs to do the job you want and expect it to do.
If you want an army, navy, air force you DO need to pay for it you know?
Would you like to be in a war zone with no protection and third rate equipment? Would you like to be the father or mother hearing the knock on the door and being told your child was dead due to insufficient support? But he died for his country. I'm sure that will be a great comfort in their bereavement don't you?
Oh no, I forgot, money privilege etc. You wouldn't fight the fight, you would fund it if it made a profit, wouldn't you?
STOP Immigration NOW That is an essential, we are overrun with people.
This is only a small island you know. Its resources are finite.
And, a bonus for you if you stopped people coming in, less to pay out in health care housing and the like = more money left over for other needs.
GET RID of political correctness and the Elves of Safe Tea.
They are corrupting this country by the nonsense they preach . Lets bring back Comm and Sense. They worked well for a long long time. In fact their influence can still be found if you look around.
LETS NOT spend millions lauding a sad old man who pushes things under the carpet and ignores them and their terrible effect on people, out of sight and out of mind?
His church has more than enough cash to fund state visits for eternity and beyond. So why do we bend over backwards and treat him as royalty?
Does it give us worth, does it help the needy?
I think not.
And, conversely, will we do the same for other faiths, other beliefs? Or is it one rule because you say so?
Dear Governmen(t)
This hasn't been polished or mulled over by a committee.
We don't have spin doctors or the like on our team making words palatable.
But I do suspect there are many more who feel as we do.
We are known as the common folk, the voice of the people.
We still have a voice.
It is our land.
Yours sincerely
the folk of this island
September 15, 2010
Giveaway winner:)
I've been very remiss. I posted at the beginning of August and offered a giveaway of my handspun yarn to someone.
giveaway post
There were lots of comments and Mr Mog has chosen a winner.
Priestess~Harper
As you can see there is slightly more yarn in the giveaway than I originally said. This is because it is a year almost since Mr mog started spinning and he decided to add 2 skeins to the pot. He has wound them ready for knitting and if you want the others winding P~H let me know:)
Congratulations:) and thank you everyone for entering.
giveaway post
There were lots of comments and Mr Mog has chosen a winner.
Priestess~Harper
As you can see there is slightly more yarn in the giveaway than I originally said. This is because it is a year almost since Mr mog started spinning and he decided to add 2 skeins to the pot. He has wound them ready for knitting and if you want the others winding P~H let me know:)
Congratulations:) and thank you everyone for entering.
September 14, 2010
Doing as I'm told:)
I'm on 48 hours rest, doctors orders to help combat this extremely nasty chest infection that I have, yet again.
I'm doing as I'm told no option really as it has made me weak as a kitten.
I can't just lie here though so I decided to explore my writing and reading passion.
I've always written. I've always read.
Throughout my life and my lifelong illness reading and writing have comforted me. They have been my escape and my solace.
I spent a large portion of my childhood in hospital and convalescent homes. Then 2 years in a home for delicate children:)
Unable to do anything.
My nanny started my lifelong interest in history from around the age of 6 I think. Before that I read children's books.
I learnt to read at 3, my nanny again. In those days there weren't any kindergartens or play groups, you started school at 5.
By then I'd been reading a while. You still had to do things by the book :) but schools were far more flexible then than now and if you could read and write you were encouraged to explore that as far as you wanted.
A few years later I had read all the books in the children's library and started on the adult section.
Historical novels and science fiction were my favourites alongside history, but I would read anything:)
I wrote stories and poetry. Even when I became interested in other stuff books and writing were still essential.
When I first married the writing had to become a secret, it wasn't allowed and was a waste of time. I was chastised , hard to believe now that I let someone order me about like that.
So I still wrote but in secret, I had to do it it was a very big part of me and who I am.
It wasn't until I met Mr Mog many years later that I could be me, truly me. Write anything I wanted and bury my head in my books whenever I chose to.
I journalled furiously, after all I had a lot of time to make up.
My blog was, and is, an extension of the journals. I still write morning pages when I feel the need. I write bits in journals and bits on my blog.
I have empty books in the car and in my bag for when the need to write is on me.
Lying here with doctors orders for complete rest for 48 hours the writing again gives comfort.
It always has and it always will.
The written word holds so much within its letters, a magic all its own.
26 letters of sheer sorcery ready and waiting to weave their magic at our request and need.
I'm doing as I'm told no option really as it has made me weak as a kitten.
I can't just lie here though so I decided to explore my writing and reading passion.
I've always written. I've always read.
Throughout my life and my lifelong illness reading and writing have comforted me. They have been my escape and my solace.
I spent a large portion of my childhood in hospital and convalescent homes. Then 2 years in a home for delicate children:)
Unable to do anything.
My nanny started my lifelong interest in history from around the age of 6 I think. Before that I read children's books.
I learnt to read at 3, my nanny again. In those days there weren't any kindergartens or play groups, you started school at 5.
By then I'd been reading a while. You still had to do things by the book :) but schools were far more flexible then than now and if you could read and write you were encouraged to explore that as far as you wanted.
A few years later I had read all the books in the children's library and started on the adult section.
Historical novels and science fiction were my favourites alongside history, but I would read anything:)
I wrote stories and poetry. Even when I became interested in other stuff books and writing were still essential.
When I first married the writing had to become a secret, it wasn't allowed and was a waste of time. I was chastised , hard to believe now that I let someone order me about like that.
So I still wrote but in secret, I had to do it it was a very big part of me and who I am.
It wasn't until I met Mr Mog many years later that I could be me, truly me. Write anything I wanted and bury my head in my books whenever I chose to.
I journalled furiously, after all I had a lot of time to make up.
My blog was, and is, an extension of the journals. I still write morning pages when I feel the need. I write bits in journals and bits on my blog.
I have empty books in the car and in my bag for when the need to write is on me.
Lying here with doctors orders for complete rest for 48 hours the writing again gives comfort.
It always has and it always will.
The written word holds so much within its letters, a magic all its own.
26 letters of sheer sorcery ready and waiting to weave their magic at our request and need.
September 12, 2010
Down in the forest Pamuya is rising
I've finished the most fabulous shawl:) The pattern is Pamuya which is Hopi for moon hence the blog post title:)
What a fantastic well written pattern. I had to do an abbreviated version as I didn't have enough yarn for the full pattern but I've cast on another and I'd love to do one in Wollmeise if I can get some:)
What I really like about the pattern is that after every single section the number if stitches is given. Very helpful for those of us new at lace:)
It is so good to find patterns that are well written and that make sense. Oh and that have written instructions for those of us chart challenged.
We were supposed to be away this weekend but sadly I started feeling yuck yesterday and after a night with no sleep I had to give in and say we weren't going. I've lost my voice, burning throat, headache and general flu symptoms. What makes it worse is that the sun is shining and it is lovely and warm. Sitting in the garden isn't the same.
What a fantastic well written pattern. I had to do an abbreviated version as I didn't have enough yarn for the full pattern but I've cast on another and I'd love to do one in Wollmeise if I can get some:)
September 03, 2010
Don't you just love colour?
For the first time in ages I dyed yarn.
I wanted to knit a fabulous shawl pattern that used sock yarn(wollmeise to be specific) I couldn't find any sock yarn but a search through cupboards found a skein of dark greens which I'm using for the shawl.
Pamuya is the pattern name and it is almost a sampler of stitches.
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However the search did turn up 7 skeins of assorted undyed yarn.
Obviously you can't leave it like that so it had to be dyed.
What do you think?
I wanted to knit a fabulous shawl pattern that used sock yarn(wollmeise to be specific) I couldn't find any sock yarn but a search through cupboards found a skein of dark greens which I'm using for the shawl.
Pamuya is the pattern name and it is almost a sampler of stitches.
However the search did turn up 7 skeins of assorted undyed yarn.
Obviously you can't leave it like that so it had to be dyed.
What do you think?
September 02, 2010
Shawls and yarn
Then I did some spinning. There are 788 yards here and 176g so pretty fine.
The weather here is glorious, very warm and sunny. I'm enjoying sitting in the garden watching the bees and the butterflies collecting from the flowers.
August 28, 2010
Colour me painful:(
I'm really sore all the time and my pills aren't doing much either.
anyway enough of the moaning I thought you would like to see some pictures.
The 2 Muppet tshirts above are for Mr Mog. He loves the Muppets and Animal:) We bought white ones as that was all they had and we got out the trusty dye pots to make them more into a Mr Mog colour. What do you think?
The full moon was on Tuesday and I managed to get some pictures both the days before and on the night itself.
This first one is shaelyn, a lovely easy knit. Please note it has sections of lace and I didn't have to frog it once:)
August 21, 2010
August 20, 2010
More Glastonbury and Wells as well
There is a magic and mystery about Glastonbury that tugs at my spirit.
When going there I still get excited when we near the town.
My first glimpse of the Tor fills me with joy and well being.
It isn't a place I would like to live, that would spoil the magic.
I need to visit.
I need to sit in the Chalice Well Gardens and feel my connection to the land and the elements found there.
I need to take the waters and to dip my feet in the healing pool.
I feel my mind and body synchronising with my surroundings.
It isn't a way I could live all the time either.
Too balanced.
We need the peaks and the troughs. It is what makes us human.
These balancing sessions help to make sense of it all.
A breathing space.
I have travelled to many places in this country over the years but Glastonbury is always the first place I choose when I am asked where would you like to spend a few days?
3 nights, 4 days is enough. Most times we go for 2 nights and 3 days. Any more would spoil it ,any less would be frustrating. I need that time to get into the Glastonbury time line. It works differently to the rest of the UK.
It is a gradual unwinding, a deep breath or two and then I'm there.
This last time we visited Wells , I haven't been there for many years and Mr Mog has never been there.
The cathedral and grounds are lovely but what a rip off.
I am sure I never paid last time I went, mind that is over 20 years ago.
I must admit I did feel like quoting the Bible at them. Money changers etc.
Firstly we were confronted with signs and several people asking for a "suggested" donation of £5.50 each to visit.
No I didn't pay it, house of god etc, why pay to visit there? The church is more than wealthy enough to pay upkeep.
It didn't get any better.
If you wanted to take photos it was £3 for a permit. Why? What upkeep is there from visitors taking photos?
I didn't pay that either.
Cathedral is ok, some very nice stonework to be seen but £14 worth? I don't think so.
I then wanted to show Mr Mog the actual well and the bishop's palace gardens. Yes you've guessed they wanted an additional £5.50 each to go in there.
So we didn't.
Can you imagine if you were visiting with 2 or 3 children? The cost even before you purchased drinks or food would be horrendous.
Wells itself was lovely but very busy and mainly full of foreign visitors. Maybe that is what made the church authorities start charging, the thought of all that foreign loot:)
We did find a great cycle shop for Mr Mog to browse in and that is always good in his book.
After coffee we decided to take the bus back to Glastonbury and I certainly won't be visiting Wells cathedral again in a hurry.
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