Favourite! what’s with this word favourite?

Who is your favorite historical figure?

Favourite! What is it with this word favourite? No I do not have a favourite historical character, make it hysterical and I could name a very short list. But re the historical gosh make it a dinner party and who would I invite and why, now that would be so much more fun. I would have to have a party from the past every week and I would make sure that the characters were well matched to say the least.

Now having said all of the above I think for now I am going to say Genghis Khan…. Yes the same man who has been said to have been a monster, who unified several nomadic tribes in his Mongol homeland then was proclaimed as the ruler of all Mongols by 1216. By 1219 he ruled from Northern China to the Afghan border and from Siberia to the border of Tibet. Yes there are horrific stories about him but have you notice in history horror stories are spread to keep any good a person may have done quiet. Yes millions were slaughtered not condoning it but these things happened each time after he was double crossed he sought to teach that nation a lesson so the books say. He did many good things but this is not supposed to be a history lesson. He definitely would be one of my first guests at an afterlife dinner party, along with Mother Theresa. Yes I have my table set and list waiting just hope they have a sense a humour, but at the end of the day what’s the worst that can happen someone dies. Oops 🙊

I do not conform

Write about your first crush.

Oh dear me first crush, oh I am shaking my head in shame. How this happened is anyone’s guess but it was the hero in some book I read, I did think Mr Pink-Whistle may have stolen my heart for a short moment before that but Enid Blytons characters as I grew lured me along with them. Yes my crushes were within the pages of books. I don’t remember the names just that one day I wanted my own library so I could surround myself with these heroes.

Amazing because I now have my library, but the books are so varied that I no longer look for heroes to crush over, after all I am an adult, a mature woman. At least my crushes could never break my heart, except maybe the occasional Mills&Boon stories 😊

A Sad Thought

What countries do you want to visit?

A return to the USA would be amazing but I am grounded due to a medical condition. I will add there are so many areas of the UK 🇬🇧 that I have yet to visit that it seems a shame to miss all the beauty here.

Ah there again lies the issue for me, my lack of mobility, and unable to travel alone makes visiting anywhere a logistical nightmare.

I know the question didn’t ask any of this, I just had to explain why I don’t want to visit anywhere, because wanting will lead to daydreaming and planning. I am not in a position to allow my mind that freedom to roam with ideas that cannot take place, sadly.

I’m a Survivor

What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

Gosh, wow, where to start, from a person who finds it hard to like anything about myself. Well it’s true I have to tell myself everyday to be kind to myself.

But the one thing I like about myself is I am a survivor, one of the warriors that whatever has knocked me down, I rise up. After one knock down I rose up with armour, well crutches and wheelchair 😎 see there is always a smile in there somewhere

Or am I a weeble they wobble but don’t fall down (for the Oder generation)

I give you my time – Will you give me yours?

Who do you spend the most time with?

I spend most of my time with myself, who until recently I actually didnt like very much. Then it’s a close call between my rather bad tempered, big on attitude rescue Pug who has suddenly become a senior at the age of 7, I am told this happens. So I guess he is now a grumpy old man. Very close on time spent with me is my son’s German Shepherd Puppy. Who can stand over the top of Frank the Pug and not touch his head, she is 6 months old. Have done all the house training, for the puppy my son is still learning. She has just started to behave a little better, after months of unholy words being uttered and being driven mad

Please be aware no animal was hurt in the course of living with me, my 31yr old son, yes well that’s a different story, I may dream of many ways to deal with bratty adult children but I couldn’t if I tried. He is 6ft3in and quick I am 5ft4 and disabled and slow,

I don’t spend much time with my son we clash, so if I had to pick a human it would be my carer Claire she is the only other person I spend a quantity of time with 24 hrs a week to be precise, and together we just laugh our way through everything. She is my best friend/carer/partner-in-mischief and keeper of official secrets. I mean we all need a Claire in our lives.

Would you/could you change your entire name?

Daily writing prompt

If you had to change your name, what would your new name be?

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As someone who has had to change their name for safety reasons, I can honestly say it was a bizarre thing to live with. I felt lost and my identity had been stripped, as soon as it was safe I soon became me again, and although I had disliked my name so much growing up, I was so happy to regain my Kim Louise. Because this is me.

I am but one voice

So staring at this blank screen is like staring at my life,

The past once so full and rich has gone, cut off with a knife.

A Metaphor you’re thinking for something I have lost,

No, my dear, I can answer, a knife, a boot, but a fist the most.

I am now invisable, a remnant of myself,

left broken and alone gathering dust upon a shelf.

Domestic Violence is a crime and should be punished I agree,

But with PTSD and left disabled, alone in another town why should it be me?

Bitterness has turned to please Karma where have you gone?

Have you abandoned me also? I have been alone for, oh, so very long.

Or do I not exist, from the time he walked out the door?

I want to be seen, my story told, no longer invisible, it’s time now to be bold.

Take a stand, well a wheelchair for me, Abuse and Violence needs to stop NOW.

I am but one voice lost , my children and I were moved safely somehow.

We are lucky, some are not, I am not complaining , I’m alive.

Its heartbreaking to think of those that don’t survive.

So if you have been affected, or feel the pain in some way

Don’t you think its time we stood together united have our say.

Man or woman it matters not bullying should be no more

Life should be for love and laughter, show hatred out, shut the door.

Kim Louise 2021

Night of the patient Outpatient overload

Hello, it’s me, wow what a time I have had. Would be good to say I enjoyed it but no the opposite is the truth. The story thus far:

After feeling drained and under the weather since Christmas, on a Sunday a few weeks back my girls had a disagreement, one more vocal than the other. Actually, if I am, to be honest, the one being very vocal, using extremely harsh words, and the shouting was awful and this aggravates my PTSD, I had to raise my voice to make her leave the room, which always upsets me and brings on headaches. Later that day I felt like a balloon burst inside my head, I heard the noise and slowly things faded away. I shuffled to my bed and spoke to one of my girls, then the next thing I knew I had Paramedics surrounding me. I found it difficult to understand what was going on or to make them understand me, I knew who my family were so why did they keep saying she won’t recognise anyone. Decision made hospital was required, that will stay with me as the night of the patient outpatient overload.

Worcester Hospital A&E was groaning, bricks and mortar being forced apart at every join, ambulances arriving, bodies piling, no room to be seen. Corridors full, Ambulances stood still, triage to be assessed whilst still on board. Nurses feet were dashing, Dr’s stethoscope flashing and x-ray hadn’t slowed down for hours.

I lay on this trolley saying take me home I’m ok, nothing wrong with me this day, my family just shook their heads and said mum just lie still. Hours passed trolleys moved, patients came and some they went. Still, I lay there, the nurse then Dr, CT scan I think you need, results come back you have had a little bleed, well that took the smile off my face and made me want to cry “not again” “I’ve been there before” but I smile and said what now then Doc, Admittance to the stroke ward when a bed is free but the hospital is busy not easy, so sorry, he said and I felt for the staff, deeply .

You have had a stroke – NOooooo I am only 51

No stroke It is an aneurysm(a blood clot) in an unusual place – wow I had this 8 yrs ago

it has burst no

this how the conversations were going and after 5 days I was allowed home with no answers and just a QE Birmingham app will follow this up now.

Stranded, Isolated, Scared, Concerned.

My discharge sheet is a bunch of contradictions and some bizarre medications that I definitely don’t take. So I wait for a letter with what may or may not be a ticking time bomb in my head. Because the NHS dying, the nurses are run off their feet and work long hours, lay quietly the conversations are amazing, one nurse left because she earns more in retail and working fewer hours, others work agency because the pay is better. A nurse travels from Bristol to Worcester several days a week, she is an agency nurse I will say a fantastic nurse at that. Where are our nurses? who knows. Our NHS is in need of some medical help, I met some fantastic nursing staff but when you there and A&E is overflowing literally out through the doors, both sides of the corridor is full and some of the side corridors it is not acceptable to the staff or patients.

These problems have been exasperated by the closure of local A&E department in other hospitals again due to the ever decreasing money pit available to the NHS.

The question I ask myself is who is to blame?

is it the Government should they give more money to the NHS?

is it the influx of immigrants putting a massive strain on an already tight budget?

is it the mismanagement of funds within the NHS i.e. too many managers, not enough workers?

There has to be a way to bring our NHS back to life. Peoples health is suffering because hospitals are not able to fully do the job they need to, in many cases its patch up and ship out, obviously, I am talking about my experience in one hospital and times I have been told of others having issues and Gp’s well that’s another story. ..

So here I am PTSD spiking, head is aching, snow is melting, and I am so so cold but I am going to leave you with a smile and just a thought, yesterday is passed, tomorrow is just a promise, but today is here so enjoy, I am so grateful that I am here and breathing.

#WorcesterRoyalHospital #hospital #nurses #NHS #stroke #aneurysm #PTSD

Ideas flood a mind in a body broke

Too many ideas flood my mind.

I’m guessing it’s cause I’m sat on my behind

Words to be written 1000’s to pour out

|Then there’s the painting, drawing, charcoals, so many I shout.

Craftwork crochet? no knitting, no sewing I think!!

Oh, and scenes to make of miniature worlds fantasy to shrink.

Reading books stacked high, courses to start.

A language to learn, no I’m not smart.

All this time I struggle, my body it aches.

Stops me from moving, oh and keeps me awake.

My body is damaged, it doesn’t matter how.

Dwelling on the past won’t help now.

So, a bucket list firstly of what I want to achieve

A timetable, flexible so all projects have a chance to take seed.

The budget, beastly word but time to get tough.

I guess my finances need sorting, they do look a bit rough.

A calendar or diary for appointments and such

Well, I might get invited to lunch, you never know my luck.

What else can I work on in my aim to improve,

Oh no! Oh well, weight and how do I lose

I’m going to share my opinions on anything I like.

Customer service to memories of my Yamaha Bike.

The lyrics of a current favourite song or a film review

BECAUSE I CAN AT LAST DO WHAT I WANT TO DO…

Kim Louise 2016

Words from a domestic abuse victim, no not victim, Victor. Life suppressed for many years till now free but the body is broken and the mind free, no escaping so I thought, but there is always a way and this is my way.

This is me, oh dear

Hello, Hola Bonjour and well Hey nice to meet you flat white screen.

This is not a depressing blog this is I hope a helpful one.

I am approaching my 52 birthday rapidly, it’s chasing me like a mad bull across a grassy field. But the bull hasn’t realised I have stopped running and am patiently waiting because ‘age is but a number’. I can’t stop time so no point trying. So I shall happily wait and confuse that poor old bull and enjoy my self.

Anyway whoever heard of a rather plump wheelchair user propelling herself forward to avoid a charging bull especially on grass. Not a chance in, well let’s leave it at not a chance.

I describe myself as a

Mum of many…VICTOR of domestic abuse….. now reliant on a chariot with wheels because of said abuse ….he may have won a few battles but I won the WAR… I survived to rise and continue to be a mum to my children…I am plump that is a rather funny word, I tried being politically correct, but have to say it how it is I am large, of ample build, yes I wobble when I laugh, yes, yes like a bowl full of jelly.

Truthfully I am ‘the one and only’ disabled diva with the imagination that could live with the Mad Hatter and the Queen of Hearts, I see beauty in everyone and spreading smiles across the miles is all I want to do. I am not a perfect 10(maybe double that) I cant ‘Walk on Sunshine’ anymore so I shall Wheel on Rainbows

This is my life past, take what you need and it might help you not become me, Either to raise you up when life takes you down or to help you see there is always light.

This is my life present come laugh and smile and let’s try new things cause today is our day. Yesterday is past, tomorrow is but a promise, but today, TODAY is here and now

Don’t forget life teaches us lessons for us to learn by.

See you soon