So yesterday was Saturday here in jolly old. I can tell you now I was not Jolly. I don't think anyone was Jolly. I went out with my friends in my wheelchair because obviously I had nothing better to do and I'd been cooped up in hospital for six days so I wanted to go out :). Well we went out and had a boring yet nice time until it started to rain, and when I say rain I mean pour and when I say pour I mean imagine giants throwing buckets of water on us relentlessly and you've got it. The houses at the bottom of my road were flooding there were little rivers running down the streets and there were 60-70mph winds. So yeah not the best first day out. I got soaked through, my friends had to push me through rivers to get up to the house. When I came in I was dripping water everywhere as were my friends. It was rolling off us.
Apart from that though...
Today I found this My Life As A Movie Soundtrack thingy and you have to put your Ipod on shuffle, press next so the first song is random and not the one you were listening to then write down the name of the song next to the first part of the list. Then you press next again, don't listen to the whole song because then it takes aaaggggeesss! And it's not you making your life lol. Seriously though I pressed next on every song and just wrote it down. I'll give you my list in a sec. It worked quite well, some of the songs you have to think about relating to the thing but apart from that it's okay. Oh and sometimes you might have to think about the beat rather than the actual song but listen to the words of most :). I swear I didn't cheat I just literally wrote down what the song that came on was. So look at mine and then have a go yourself. If you don't have an Ipod try just using your songs on the computer because I know windows media player has a shuffle option....or mine does :) anyway...
Here: My Life As A Movie Soundtrack
Opening Credits: Welcome To My Life - Simple Plan
Waking Up: The Killer Anna - Medic Droid
First Day At School: The Little Things - Good Charlotte
Falling In Love: Wherever You Will Go - The Sign
Fight Song: Live Like You’re Dying - Lenka
Breaking Up: Bring Me Down - Lenka
Prom Night: Call And Return - HelloGoodbye
Life: Just Dance - Lady Ga Ga
Mental Breakdown: Vampires Will Never Hurt You - My Chemical Romance
Flashback: The Power Of Love - Celine Dion
Getting Back Together: Amazing - Westlife
Wedding: I’ll Be There - Jackson 5
Birth Of A Child: Knock Knock - Lenka
Final Battle: Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson
Funeral Song: How Do I Live - LeAnn Rimes
Final Credits: Disenchanted - My Chemical Romance
I am awear this is only one of the lists you can get. They can be in different orders or longer with extra things and stuff but this is the one I did. So have fun and let me know what you think of mine and what yours is :).
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Sunday, 15 November 2009
Saturday, 14 November 2009
Home Sweet...Oh Shove It!
I suppose everyone thought the title to this would be the age old saying 'Home Sweet Home'. At the moment I think 'Home Sweet.....Oh Shove It!' covers it better. I could of said 'home sweet home' but what a lie that would be. I mean you get home, you're in pain and you're family are onto you to move more than anyone else. Now before you start saying "The more you move the better it'll get." I think it's only fair to let you know if that's said I'll grab you, pull your tongue out and shove it where the sun don't shine. Maybe it's the temper coming out in me or maybe it's the frustration. All I know is that if I hear that one more time people will die.
Now because inside I generally am a nice person I'll tell you why I feel this way, imagine: You're a fourteen year old girl, not only have you just had a major operation on your hip but you have then learned to walk again and been in some 'I didn't know this type of pain existed out of child birth' type pain but this has occurred all in the space of seven days. You were not very forewarned at all about what the aftermath of the operation would be like and oh yes...now you're home your dad keeps saying you could of been out earlier and your mum keeps telling you that you must move more, no matter going up and down the stairs 50 times the first day you're home. Also you need help to the toilet by you're mother which means she's seen your bajingo. Then there's always the chance one day she'll be out and you're dad will have to do it, god forbid. Oh and lets not forget the annoying older brother making cracks about you doing things you obviously can't. Then you can't get comfortable no matter what, you can't lift you leg or butt on your own properly and you can't bend your knee properly. Then there's the added bonus that you sleep all curled up in a ball and you can't because you can't turn yourself over.....Oh and to top it all off, not only are you trying to cut out the pain killers and only have them before you sleep so you can go to bed but you've just come on your period so you feel sick and crampy and need to use the loo a hundred times a day. So yeah at the moment you feel in tip-top shape...not.
Anyway there was this one funny nurse at the hospital called Mark that used to bring me my pain killers and if I could of moved I fear I would have attacked him at some point although he was a lovely, funny guy.
Apart from this lot my first day home has been quite good, watched a film. Now I'm going to try and get comfortable to get some sleep. Ha that'll take me a good couple of hours.....maybe I'll pass out from exhaustion.
And really if I get a comment saying anything along the lines of:
1. Smile through the pain.
2. Focus on your breathing.
3. It'll get better.
4. The more you move the easier it will become.
5. I'm sure it's not that bad.
6. Oh you poor thing.
I'll kill someone, probably the comment sender. Really I don't need sympathy. I need a good old fashioned:
Sucks to be you.
Please...
Now because inside I generally am a nice person I'll tell you why I feel this way, imagine: You're a fourteen year old girl, not only have you just had a major operation on your hip but you have then learned to walk again and been in some 'I didn't know this type of pain existed out of child birth' type pain but this has occurred all in the space of seven days. You were not very forewarned at all about what the aftermath of the operation would be like and oh yes...now you're home your dad keeps saying you could of been out earlier and your mum keeps telling you that you must move more, no matter going up and down the stairs 50 times the first day you're home. Also you need help to the toilet by you're mother which means she's seen your bajingo. Then there's always the chance one day she'll be out and you're dad will have to do it, god forbid. Oh and lets not forget the annoying older brother making cracks about you doing things you obviously can't. Then you can't get comfortable no matter what, you can't lift you leg or butt on your own properly and you can't bend your knee properly. Then there's the added bonus that you sleep all curled up in a ball and you can't because you can't turn yourself over.....Oh and to top it all off, not only are you trying to cut out the pain killers and only have them before you sleep so you can go to bed but you've just come on your period so you feel sick and crampy and need to use the loo a hundred times a day. So yeah at the moment you feel in tip-top shape...not.
Anyway there was this one funny nurse at the hospital called Mark that used to bring me my pain killers and if I could of moved I fear I would have attacked him at some point although he was a lovely, funny guy.
Apart from this lot my first day home has been quite good, watched a film. Now I'm going to try and get comfortable to get some sleep. Ha that'll take me a good couple of hours.....maybe I'll pass out from exhaustion.
And really if I get a comment saying anything along the lines of:
1. Smile through the pain.
2. Focus on your breathing.
3. It'll get better.
4. The more you move the easier it will become.
5. I'm sure it's not that bad.
6. Oh you poor thing.
I'll kill someone, probably the comment sender. Really I don't need sympathy. I need a good old fashioned:
Sucks to be you.
Please...
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