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Well I have taken the next BIG step and increased one of my MP medications, the one which only gets increased every 3 months or so. I would have taken it 10 days ago only I was too busy to deal with any adverse reactions I may get.
At the moment my muscles are very weak, but I think that has more to do with too much physical and mental activity over the past couple of weeks.
So now I wait and see how bad the adverse effects will be.
I am still hiding from the sun and I still have to wear dark glasses despite what my profile pic may indicate. I was naughty for that pic, I not only took my sunglasses off, but I also had the blinds open so that I could get a better photo using natural light. The photos (yes there were a lot of "takes") were taken with the camera set to a 10 second timer. By the time I had finished taking all of the photos, tripping over the doona many times as I quickly tried to scramble onto the bed and look half decent for the shot, I was sweating like pig under my denim clothes and was about ready to flake it.
Today I have tried to rest as much as possible, read articles while lying down and posted the ones I thought were interesting. I think I am now due for a couple of episodes of Eureka.
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I was sent this slide presentation a while ago in an email and I thought that it might be appropriate for displaying around the time of Mothers Day. It is a slideshow of babies and children doing what they do best, getting themselves into amusing situations.
Babies and Children - a slide show for Mothers Day
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We cling to our money and what it can buy
We cling to our house and all that's insideWe cling to our garden, the green lawn and surrounds
We cling to our car and how far we can run
We cling to our spouse and our children as well
We cling to our family and cling to our friends
We cling to our career and its prestige we defend
We cling to our religion to make amends
We cling to our phones in the hope that they ring
We cling to our email in case it says "In"
We cling to our opinions for we must be right
We cling to our fears and are too scared to fight
We cling to our past and all that it means
We cling to our present for we know what it means
We cling to our future for the hopes it may bring
We cling for our life in the fear it may end
And while we are clinging and too afraid to let go
our life is ending whether we cling or let go
To let go is to be free from the prison within
To let go is to let life really begin.
ChezzaG
Firstly thank you Ninja for your input into this great female toilet solution!
Well girls the wait/queue is over as female urinals are now here and if you don't feel comfortable using a female urinal well there are other alternatives. I am afraid that the toilet cubicle still sounds like my way to GO! Even behind a tree out in the quiet Aussie bush would be my better preference, but that is just my taste.
Go for it Gals - Nothing to be embarrassed about!
Women have always had the rough end of the stick, having to brave the cubicles of doom every time nature calls.
The Glasto festival's organisers sought to redress the balance with the introduction of female urinals - or She-pees - guarded by concierges to keep the boys at bay.
And two other products were also launched, promising differing solutions to how a girl can get a swift comfortable pee and still keep her dignity.
The Whiz is a funnel which allows a woman to go standing up - in the She-pee for instance.
Taking a different tack, the Go Bag is a pouch of crystals which turn liquid into a solid gel for easy disposal.
Sam Stephenson, from, is a regular festival-goer and could not praise the Go Bag highly enough.
"It was fabulous, it saved our lives, it was brilliant," she says.
"It meant we didn't miss any of the football games on the big screen or any bands we wanted to see, as it's a nightmare getting to the loos when it's muddy."
Sam said she and her female friends used the Go Bag mainly at night to be more discreet.
"But we used them anywhere - it was so crowded, everyone was doing their own thing, so they weren't interested in what we were up to," she says.
Each Go-Bag is supposed to be used up to three times but Sam says they only used them once each: "They were too full to use more than that."
The Go Bag gets a general big thumbs-up - Sam even ended up giving one to a male friend who was equally impressed!
Her friend Robyn Bryant also waxed lyrical about the Whiz, which she tested out.
"You just use it in the same way that a man would go to the loo - but we only used it in the She-pees to avoid polluting the water," she says.
"The She-pees were cleaner, with no queues really and you didn't have to touch anything, so it was more hygienic," she added.
"I thought it was great - you can keep the Whiz and wash it, it lasts for a year. I would definitely use it again."
THE WHIZ
How it works: It's a reusable funnel which fits snugly against the body, meaning the woman can pee standing up, anywhere that a man could.
The Whiz is made from flexible anti-bacterial plastic meaning you can "pee, shake and stuff it in your pocket," says Marketing Manager Kate Pierrepont.
"When we launched it at the festival [2004] there were women rushing up to us who were desperate for the loo. This device makes it easier and more dignified than squatting because you can't bear the queue."
Pierrepont recommends using the Whiz in a urinal or toilet if possible, to prevent pollution of local water courses.
The Go Bag
How it works: The double plastic bag contains a pouch of dry crystals which swell to form a solid gel when liquid is added.
The top of the bag then seals over the lip and the bag can simply be thrown away.
"We are aiming it at festival goers because they have to encounter unsanitary situations," says Go Bag's Carl Rees.
"It's small, compact and easily disposed of - and you can use it in a tent which is better than stumbling around the campsite in the dark."
The Go Bag is currently in use by the US Army and in theory each bag can be used up to three times before disposal.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/music/3849381.stm
I had the luck to find the tamest wrens I had ever come across. They came up nice and close to enable some good close up photos, but "by golly gosh" they were like little road runners. I just had the camera aimed and just started clicking in the hope that I got an occasional good shot. So here is a very small selection.
Sisters Mary Catherine, Maria Theresa, Katherine Marie, Rose Frances, & Mary Kathleen left the Convent on a trip to St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City and were sight-seeing on a Tuesday in July. It was hot and humid in town and their traditional garb was making them so uncomfortable, they decided to stop in at Patty McGuire's Pub for a cold soft drink.
Patty had recently added special legs to his barstools, which were the talk of the fashionable eastside neighbourhood. All 5 Nuns sat up at the bar and were enjoying their Cokes when Monsignor Riley and Father McGinty entered the bar through the front door.
They, too, came for a cold drink when they were shocked and almost fainted at
what they saw.
Give us a
sense of humour, Lord,
Give us the grace to see a joke,
To get some humour out of life,
And pass it on to other folk.