THIS IS GOOD NEWS!!

This is going to sound a bit gross for guys so be warned, there are some feminine references in the following entry.

Auntie Flow is back. Let me explain why this news is so exciting and wonderful for me.

After how many months,….. since February!! That’s 6 months there’s been no trace of my menstrual cycle. The graves disease messes up my hormones when it goes unchecked. It was unchecked when I was in the States last year and I got really sick with it. Here’s an analogy to explain what this disease does to the body. Say your body is a car. If you have graves, it messes with your endocrine system, your thyroid to begin with and all the bits that regulate your body’s metabolism. Your body looses it’s ability to ‘down shift’ and the accelerator gets stuck. So, basically, I was going 100 mph in first gear. I was redlining big time so by the time I got blood tests done in March, when I got back to NZ, my thyroid hormones were off the chart; over 8 times what they should have been. When the body red-lines like this, other systems are affected. Liver function, kidneys, general digestion and on a woman, her fertility. Having my period back means the things are coming right and I’ll have some good news for the specialist when I see him on Tuesday. It also means that the weight I’ve gained will be easier to loose, because other ‘waste management’ systems will be working better. I’m going to ask for a more detailed blood work up and see if there is any more damage to my liver and kidneys. See, if I had a kid, it would kill me, most likely. Too much strain on the already weakened liver and kidneys. I shouldn’t really have alcohol even and my hellish hangovers are a testament to the damage alcohol does to my body. It has something to do with my ‘emulase’ level, whatever that is, but I haven’t found a doctor who will explain it to me. I should stop ignoring it and pay more attention. Last time I paid attention I got myself in remission and shocked the hell out of the doctors. I love shocking doctors, so, if for no other reason, I should work on it just for that. I’d love to tell this specialist to go put his stethoscope where the sun doesn’t shine.

I’ve been giving my beautiful Scandiman a hard time about eating meat. I shouldn’t. I have resolved to cook him meals with meat, and those that I can stand the smell of and my health withstanding, I may even partake in. There is even the odd time I have craved red meat, but most times it simply grosses me out. I know it has more to do with my body’s lack of ability to cope with the digestion of it, than the fact that I have some strong militant vegetarian bent. I promise not to give him such a hard time in future.

15 MORE SLEEPS!!


posted by KiwiChick at 4:56 AM

AND STORIES TO READ BEFORE I SLEEP, AND STORIES TO TELL BEFORE I SLEEP

I must remember to write more. I mentioned books were being read, instead of blogs being written. One of the books is the Lord of the Rings. I’m almost done with The Twin Towers and as I read it, they are finishing the filming here in New Zealand. I can almost see the scenes in my mind as I read it. Comical scenes with Gollum and striking landscapes with aerial shots of Gandalf on Shadowfax. The book has delved it’s way into my heart. It’s power would be doubtful if I hadn’t seen the movie first, with it’s basis here in NZ and the frail state I was when I saw it first. It was Christmas Day, in the States. I had been there for 5 months, looking after my mother and was becoming more estranged from my family….. but that’s another story.

On the news today, after the recounting of destruction due to a freak rainstorm, was news that one of the actors of Lord of the Rings has had a book published. In it are photos and artwork of his creation and the sale to benefit a crewmember with a terminal illness. The sample shown on the tv was wonderful and I’m contemplating driving to Wellington Sunday for his book signing. As I began to make plans in my head, I realised, the ‘news’ did not tell me what book store or where the signing was taking place. Oh well. Aragorn will have to wait to meet me. He’s remarkably soft spoken and was interviewed in a trailer on the set. He was in his costume and make up and looked amazing. I am so tempted to find out where the signing is and go. I could get two books signed. One for me and one for the charity of my friend in the states to go to his silent action. I did that a few years ago with the autobiography of Sir Edmund Hilary. I don’t know what they got for the book and wonder often.

The past two nights, I’ve gotten stuck into the single malt whiskey stock of the B-man. I will replace it (or so I promise myself). The weather is awful and I’ve been bored and lonely in the house by myself. He doesn’t drink it anyway.

The more I read, the more I become determined to write myself. ‘I can do this.’ I tell myself, but who knows? For every published, successful writer, there are thousands of wanna-bes. I’ll have some time during the next year, I think. While I struggle to live in a foreign country, I won’t be working outside the home until my paperwork is approved and at the current rate of bureaucracy, it’s taking over a year. I lay at night, with words spinning in my head after I put my book down. I’m not sure if it is healthy, but I long to loose myself in a fiction; some fantasy of my own mind’s making. If I did write something it won’t be a hobbit’s tale, because my thoughts tend to run darker than the goings on of Middle Earth. I’m sure it would have some fantasy-science fiction element to the tale, but how much, I’m not sure.

Ah, well. My book awaits. (the one I’m reading that is)

posted by KiwiChick at 1:54 AM

NO GREAT LOSS

It’s been too long since I’ve written. There’s been books and planning and the newsletter and dramas in the household, but enough with excuses.

The drama in the household: Poor old B-man. It seems that he had a lady all set up to take my place but things have gone awry. She’s from South Africa and he’s been emailing and talking to her for.. well, I don’t know how long. It seemed to all be on for her to visit, but alas, she claimed to have been stopped at the final customs check to be refused passage due to lack of a proper Visa. I know that a S.A. does not need a Visa for a visit of less than three months to NZ, so this stinks highly of mischief to me. Then I learn of the money he sent to her for her ‘children’s shelter’. It seems that her circumstances were such that she needed to raise money for the ‘children’s shelter’ before she could leave and have a holiday in NZ with her new found man, the man I discarded. Don’t get me wrong. I am completely supportive of him starting a new relationship and being happy. I was even making sure that his pillowcases matched for her imminent arrival and approval. But something seemed amiss at the very sound of her name. ‘Crystal Webb’ sounded just a bit fishy to me, if you get my meaning. Oh what evil webs she weaves, it seemed. He sends her the money to free her of her obligations on the Dark Continent, then she is the victim of some red tape debacle at the airport. She writes to us of her woe and begins a tale of her search for the Visas, as she will need one for Australia now too, as the B-man has saw fit to whisk her away for a week in Melbourne to accompany him to a rugby match. We hear nothing for a week, and the tendrils of suspicion weave their way into our imagination. He begins to think that he was played for a fool and my initial suspicions are being fed fuel to fire them further. He writes emails to her and her friend and gets no reply. Finally, he writes to them both of them, sharing his fears. “Why do I feel like I’ve been had?” The reply came from the friend, “How can you say that after what has happened to Crystal’s father?” We have no idea what has happened to Crystal’s father and feel both guilty and more suspicious. We wait for more details.

The plans for the move to Norway are coming along. Things are more or less packed and will be ready for the movers the last week of June. The paperwork for the divorce will be ready for me to pick up the day before my departure so that worry has been lifted off my shoulders. The dress is coming along nicely and I’m very happy with the design and colour and fit, so far. The fifteen-odd pounds are not budging much and I’m a bit disheartened about that, but I know they’ll go once my heart and mind are in balance again.

There is only one thing left to deal with and that’s telling my family. Believe it or not, I have tried to tell them. I emailed one of my sisters; one whom I thought more sensible than most of the others, but I haven’t heard back. I thought the tone of the message was very informative with just a hint of a desperate plea for help in explaining the situation to our mom and dad. I’m taking her silence as a sign that she’s still recovering from the shock, or has died in a fit of laughter. Best case scenario is that she didn’t get the email yet. Worst case scenario is that she’s told the family the whole story (after I asked in the letter she NOT do that) and they have completely and unanimously decided to shun me. And I’m starting to think… ‘No great loss.’



posted by KiwiChick at 4:29 AM