For life's little ups and downs.

A rather quirky, funny and sometimes daunting look in to the life of someone who has a lot of health problems but does their best to keep positive. Punctuated by guinea pigs, anime, superheroes, transforming robots and cross stitching.

I started this blog to tell my story, about who I am and what I do. On top of the health problems and raising awareness for those, I also use my blog as a way to help promote other causes, particularly ones which affect the most vulnerable. I live with a number of different and complex health problems but I refuse to let anything get me down. I know how it feels to be discriminated against or thrown aside. This is me. This is my life. I live it and do what I want with it. Nature sets the limitations. We set the boundaries.

About Me:

A blog about life. I live with Type 1 Brittle Asthma, Bi-Polar Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder as well as Various Allergies, Neutropenia, Crohns Disease (my IBS was rediagnosed as Crohns), Osteo and Rheumatoid Arthritis, PCOS and Osteoporosis and Heredetary Spastic Paraplegia. I have recently also been diagnosed with Sleep Apnea (which makes me stop breathing in my sleep) I live with these conditions, but I refuse to let them keep me down and out. I still try and make the most of my days despite being so poorly and having to rely on my wheelchair, nebulisers, nearly 50 pills a day and 2l/min of oxygen and CPAP.

I'll flap my broken wings and erase it all someday... You'll see.

Tuesday, 1 January 2019

Happy New Year

I'll start off with wishing you all a happy new year and I hope you all had fun and enjoyed the festive period. It's been a quiet one for us here as I have had flu for the past couple of weeks and it's really taken it out of me as it usually does. Flu is horrible for anyone but to someone with brittle asthma it can really be awful and it drains you completely. Not to mention that my body has a really weird habit of overcompensating when it tries to fight anything off. And then there's the complications of flu themselves.

This basically results in an allergic reaction. In my case, it manifests itself with hives. Hives are weird as they are red, they're itchy and they drive me crazy. The first time this happened was when I was in school. It was during PE that my friends noticed that the small spots that seemed to be annoying me all day had exploded all over my body. You name it, they had happened, looking like flat topped bubbles under the skin. I was feeling pretty lousy and one friend made sure I got home, told my then stepdad what happened as I went to lie down. At around 5, I remember my mum coming in as I was sat on the floor (can't remember what I was doing) but I remember how swollen my lips were. Luckily it was just a reaction to a virus but it still happens now, almost 16 years later. It's easily managed with antihistamines and bed rest but it makes you feel lousy.

I was determined though to make sure that I was at home for both Christmas and New Year. I really didn't want to spend a festive season in hospital again. Been there. Done that. Would rather not do that again but of course it's meant being careful. Keeping everything to hand and getting enough rest have been paramount but I can honestly say that I'm not having an easy time of it. I'm back on oral antibiotics again which means there's another infection brewing which explains the exhaustion I feel right now. Another danger symptom which has been happening is the general lack of focus on any one thing. This is probably one of the more annoying things as I can start doing something then after a few moments I'll have given up and started doing something else. It's frustrating and hard to understand and even harder to explain to someone else. I did manage to speak to someone the other night but there's not been much really in the way of conclusion or generally determining the issue. I'm not sure myself either.

Other than the usual health issues, things are pretty much as they should be. The guinea pigs are growing more confident, and I am getting to see those different characters come out. Bakura is probably the naughtiest little fluffball I've had in a long time but that's just a little boy being a little lad really. The way his fluff is growing though is probably the funniest as he has a curl on his face that looks like he's been styling himself like an "Emo kid". He's getting bossy towards the others though and often he's the one who starts (and finishes) any arguements. Then when you pick him up, he becomes like a soft little baby in your arms, definitely knows how to wrap me around his little paws. Since adopting the two, it's been great to see Yugi's interaction with them and I've no doubt that this was the right thing to do.

At the moment, I keep falling asleep sat up so I think I'll leave this here and go rest for a bit.

Loves
Wendy xx

Tuesday, 18 December 2018

Beating Isolation

One of the hard things about living with a disability is the feeling of isolation and being unable to do things most take for granted. For example, a trip to town needs to be planned. Where are we going, how long, what regular meds to take and making sure that I have an emergency supply and the nebuliser ready just in case. I have to keep everything at hand and make sure my tank has enough oxygen in. I really find it hard to get out and about sometimes but the not for want of trying. I used to go out more but its gotten a lot more difficult. But it doesn't mean that I don't try. You have to try otherwise you risk isolating yourself further, and what's the point in having portable oxygen and a wheelchair of I was just going to lie in bed 24/7. Even when there days when all I want is to sleep until I feel better but I have to be realistic about how much "better" I can get. Brittle asthma is a very unpredictable disease and it really does vary from day to day depending on so many factors.

The one thing that makes it difficult to go out is getting on a bus. Sounds so simple doesn't it? I mean millions of people get on millions of buses a day, but how many of them get on a bus in a wheelchair? Having to ask the driver (who often looks at you like you're dirt) to lower the ramp, asking people to move from the wheelchair bay (despite wheelchairs having priority, there are buggies, some empty some not, and understandably people don't want to put a buggy down, and some people can be downright rude). Then there's the actual ride itself. Redditch buses are notorious for being awful... I guess the less I say there the better. Once we get there though, I love exploring and looking around.

When thinking about isolation, I found myself wondering something rather, admittedly, odd. In Switzerland, it's illegal to own just one of some pets, such as guinea pigs and goldfish. The guinea pig thing I can understand as they are really social animals. When Tristan died, Yugi was alone for about 8 weeks and during that time he became so clingy and just thankful of any human interaction. This happens often when you only have one pig. Patch was alone for 6 months before he got a friend and he was more like a puppy at times, always wanting me to be close by. Since getting Marik and Bakura, Yugi has been a lot happier, albeit he's still very sweet towards his humans.

So you're probably wondering where this is going? Well, after finding this out, I found myself wondering about goldfish. Do goldfish really get lonely? Turns out that they do. I then started thinking about people on the whole. Since the creation of social media (Facebook, Twitter, Instagram etc) we spend more time in the virtual world and it is the most common way that people communicate. Which is kind of worrying to think that most of our lives are conducted through glass screens (much like being in our own personal fish bowl perhaps?) Then I started looking through my Facebook timeline. The most glaring thing I found was the sheer amount of stuff people share online. I'm personally a very private person so don't like to share too much of my private life online. That kind of thing only invites stalkers or gives people the ammo to use later. I find that oversharing your life with everyone to be quite cringy and sometimes it does come across as attention seeking. There's nothing wrong with reaching out but constant moaning isn't going to fix anything.

My general rule of thumb is "would I be happy to do/announce this in the middle of town? If not, then leave it off Facebook". Besides I don't think people want to see "I'm so ill... In pain... Etc" several times a day or the same memes that are about how bad someone has it despite it being their own doing. Maybe it's because I internalise everything  because  I don't like burdening others  with my problems. I also found that Facebook makes me feel more wound up sometimes but it's the only way of keeping in touch.

All this because of thinking about a goldfish!

It was my 31st birthday last month (considering that I was being told that I wasn't likely to see 30 more than once, I've done pretty well for myself) and as usual it's given me time for some reflection on how I've grown over the years. Then noticing that at heart, I'm still that person I was 10-15 years ago. I still love the same things plus loads of new things. I've learned a fair amount of lessons though and there's so much that I would probably tell my 16 year old self to watch for and probably tell her to enjoy herself more. Things will get tough but you know something, you'll come out stronger as a result. Get out, experience as much as you can. Don't let anyone take away that independent streak and stop trying to please everyone else. Unfortunately though, hindsight being a wonderful thing, I did make choices which maybe weren't great really but if I hadn't made any mistakes, I wouldn't have met Jace and we wouldn't have our happy home here. So I guess it's all worked out pretty well really.

As this year comes to an end, it's got me thinking about the next year, what I want to do with it and how much I am hoping for better luck health-wise.

Loves
Wendy xx

Wednesday, 31 October 2018

Why Self Advocacy is Vital

Suddenly it's gone cold. Personally I prefer the cooler temperatures over sweltering heat but my lungs aren't exactly 100% happy with the sudden change of temperature. Maybe it's not helped that I don't really feel that I have actually gotten better from last month's hospital admission, I started to get there then the antibiotics ended and then it's just snowballed from there. I'm not overly worried but I am taking precautions and keeping an eye on things. Should my peak flow be really low and unable to bring back up then I know what I need to (reluctantly) do. I'm just praying that it doesn't come to that because I have an awesome month coming up and need to be well enough for it!

One thing I am noticing at the moment is that there's a lot of backyard bonfires and wood burning going on. I can't really stop that as there's no real laws against it but the smoke is affecting my asthma. Smoke in any situation will usually result in me coughing and wheezing. Cigarette smoke is one of my biggest triggers. Actually, passing someone outside whose smoking has an adverse effect on me. When I lived in Abbeydale, there was a woman who used to talk to my next door neighbour while smoking and standing on my doorstep (and the ventilation duct that led straight in to my bedroom) and it would make me cough until I started speaking up. The did stop as well. I've been admitted to hospital a few times due to 2nd hand smoke so for an asthmatic, it really isn't something to take lightly. The bonfires though are all part of the annual "Guy Fawkes" tradition so again, it's nothing that can be helped but it's only until around November 5th so that's not too bad and it'll pass.

The one thing that really annoys me is when you go in to town and people stand outside the shopping centre (there's a narrow street entrance, and despite being designated no smoking, well people do it anyway) smoking, often around prams or pushchairs containing small children. I find this galling. Smoking and damaging your own health is one thing but when you smoke over your pram where your precious bundle of joy is sleeping is just awful. I almost want to go over and ask if they want their child to grow up with severe breathing problems and potentially end up like me. I don't because I have to remind myself that it's not my place to say anything. It's crazy, in a society where some parents choose not to vaccinate their child due to the possible side effects, others will choose to expose their child to toxic smoke and cause other health problems.

Trigger avoidance is actually difficult. You can control the confines of the home to an extent (my home is strictly "No Smoking" and there's notices outside to visitors. Not only because of the trigger for my asthma (and that it is just gross anyway) but also because if someone came in here smoking it could cause an explosion with the oxygen cylinders around here! Even outside exposure to cigarette smoke can trigger a bad asthma attack and it's happened more times than I care to think of. It's difficult to explain to other people but sometimes people realise the problem and stops doing it near you. You just have to speak up, be polite though. I find that saying "Excuse me, would you mind not smoking around me as I am severely asthmatic" can actually have a positive response rather than swearing and shouting at people.

Sometimes people have to be told and only you can do that. I've had to learn how to self advocate, especially in situations where you need to get through to someone and get the help you need. It's about having the courage to say "actually, that isn't right" and not accepting a lower standard of life because someone else thinks you should. It's not being "entitled" or expecting special treatment, it's about getting what you need and getting people to listen to you. Something everyone is entitled to. No one should have to accept that and it can be difficult. Some people will try and stop you but you have to keep moving forward and get where you need to.

It's about never giving up.

Loves
Wendy xx

Thursday, 25 October 2018

Autumn Cleaning.

I've always liked autumn. The colourful foliage and the hazy sunshine always feels much better after a long and hot summer. This summer was just uncomfortable and far far too hot for my liking. I mean, it's alright if you want to lie there in as little as possible while feeling like you're melting but it's not really my idea of fun. So I'm actually glad that the summer has ended and autumn has officially begun.

OK so that means that winter is coming and that usually means that my lungs can strop and will strop. I think I did really well though to manage 18 months without an admission, pretty impressive but there were times when really I should have but just didn't want to be sat around waiting for hours, usually for a bed on a ward which obviously has its own set of challenges for me. I'm a very private person and need to be able to shut myself away from others because being around people all the time stresses me out. I'm not sure why that is, but it is what it is really. My lungs have been twitchier than usual and that usually doesn't bode well for me. I think there's a number of things that are potentially making it happen but as for what they are, I'm not entirely sure. I think maybe the sudden cold wetness has had an Impact, I've been doing my best to just lay low for now when work on getting things under some kind of control. I have a lot of things in the upcoming weeks, not to mention that my birthday is coming up soon as well as Christmas. I've not made any particular plans as yet but I'm sure that will change sooner rather than later.

One thing that comes in autumn is bonfire night and that always means that there's backyard bonfires, fireworks and everything in between. I have never been one for fireworks but the smoke from chimneys, bonfires and even people smoking while out on the street can be bothersome to us asthmatics, I personally find it galling to see people abusing their healthy lungs while there's plenty of people who would love and cherish a set of good clean lungs that actually did what they were made to do! I tend to ask people to stand away if they're smoking because not only is it a huge trigger but with my oxygen.. well it doesn't take a genius to know the outcome of that.

The one thing that I have been doing is bonding with the new boys. It never ceases to surprise me how diverse their personalities are. I've been getting to know my floofies and work out what they like and dislike. I have found that Marik likes to cling to me like a limpet and coos when he gets tickled. Out of the two, he was the more skittish, 2 years of very little human attention can do that to a guinea pig. His fur is getting fluffier as well and he's just so docile. Bakura is crazy. He runs around squealing, generally being a young guinea pig. I do wish he could stay this small forever though! He's a palmful of soft floof.

I've also been sorting cards, making some decks and practicing with them. Between us, we have some amazing decks and can't wait to use them and their strategies. But we are having a clear out as we have literally too many cards! (Because apparently that's a thing?) All joking aside though it's going to be a fun few days to sort out what we want and what we don't (I do mean the "roll eyes" kind of fun) but it's something you need to do every once in a while, clear out the nest a bit, put some items on eBay perhaps and make room. I'd like to start up a custom pig enclosure in the new year for the boys so that would be a fun project.

I guess keeping busy has been a part of how I stay sane in some really less than sane situations! I never like oversharing on Facebook about every single bump or bruise. The older I get, the more that I find it more fun to post interesting things I've done in the day or ideas I have about things, drawings, things I've made. That kind of thing. Celebrate life's victories and achievements and sod anything else really because in a year's time, you'll remember the better things you did and the bumps and bruises you get along the way will have healed and probably disappeared completely, so why worry?

What did an experience teach you? What happens now as you move forward?

Remember one thing, if I've ever taught anyone anything it's that no matter how many times I may have fallen down (be it my fault or anyone else's), I haven't failed because I always got back up and kept going. There's been times when I've come close, heck I won't shy away from the fact that I've sat there more than once with a load of things there and I've just wanted it to end and to go to sleep. I've been there. I've got scars to prove it. But the reminder is that I survived. I've reached milestones that no one believed I could. And I will keep doing that because there's still plenty of life in me.

Loves
Wendy xx

Thursday, 20 September 2018

Hospital and New Piggies


Last week was a tough one. Basically I gradually started to run out of steam and when that happens and my lungs just do what they do best and constrict, well it's pretty obvious where that ends. It'd been nearly 2 years since my last admission, maybe I was getting overconfident and I likely left it to the point where I couldn't set my symptoms straight. I woke up about half 8 that morning with all the muscles in my legs and back constantly spasming and trying to stretch out. If you use a lot of salbutamol it can cause your potassium levels to drop and the biggest symptom I get when this happens is that all my muscles to haywire, like I can't stretch them out so they hurt. I didn't want to wake Jace up so I went and flopped over the futon, chest was tight so I was on nebs too. I lay there for a while, even putting on some Simpsons to distract me. I really wasn't feeling good. Jace woke up and tried to get me to bed and we tried to get me to eat, by that point, I hadn't even tried to eat since Wednesday lunchtime. Didn't feel like I wanted to. I wasn't drinking either, nor was I "going" to the loo.

Then during another neb I had to get up and was violently sick. Throwing up bile isn't pleasant at the best of times and we knew then we were getting stuck. After the neb we realised we couldn't have done anything now and we pressed my lifeline button. Somewhere along the way, either by coughing or retching, my rib fractured and even breathing was making me cry out (which is something that I almost never do unless it's bad). My temperature was really high (I think we hit 39.5°C at one stage) and my oxygen levels were struggling, even on oxygen. I remember having a paramedic put a drip in to give me paracetamol but then it's kind of a blur of people coming in and out, apparently I was really calm or just didn't really know what was happening. When I got to MAU, the sister told me exactly what was going on. I was starting to develop sepsis which is why the doctors put me on IVs for pretty much everything. All I wanted though was to sleep.

I had a lot of doctors, nurses and ITU people come to see me. The A&E reg didn't think my asthma was the problem (no wheeze but I wasn't moving air either... ) then ended up being told that I was having a serious asthma attack and needed loads of Hydrocortisone, Magnesium, nebs and high flow oxygen. It's no shock that once bedtime came, all my meds were sorted (mix up...ugh...less said the better, when your pain meds aren't prescribed properly is the most frustrating thing), I just plopped. I was happy enough to sleep until about a nurse was worried as my blood pressure dropped. I felt better though, just very tired, being awake at 6:30 after getting to sleep around midnight. The problem with hospitals is that you can't sleep well, unless you're elderly or drugged up to the eyeballs. I think it's the openness of the situation. People are going in and out and you can hear conversations at the nurses station.

I find the whole thing awkward, you're sleeping in a room with people you don't know and are usually 3 times your age so there's little to talk about. I do try and make an effort with everyone because it makes it easier to cope with. I got talking to the relatives of the girl next to me, her story was sad but her mum was lovely and so funny as she told me about her journey. I won't discuss the girls story as its not my place, one thing that we do here at "My Journey" is to not discuss other people's physical or mental issues (or private lives, including personal info) without permission to do so.

One good thing that happened here was some new arrivals. I am on guinea pig groups on Facebook and got talking to a lady from a local guinea pig rescue, Puddleducks Guinea Pig Rescue runs a sanctuary for guinea pigs who need to find their "forever home" and I had been talking to a lady called Gemma about a group of 7 pigs that she had received and this week, we adopted these two little balls of white fluff. Marik is 2 years old, he's quite skittish but when he calms he loves cuddles! Bakura is 6 weeks old and he's insane! I found the little nutter trying to climb the side of the cage, I've never seen a piggie do that! Marik is very protective of him but it's good to see how much happier Yugi has been since.

I guess that's all for now, I'm a bit tired still so I'll probably blog again soon. So until then, please enjoy this picture!

Loves
Wendy xx

Friday, 7 September 2018

How to Be Accepting of Life

The not so fun thing about having a disability and not being able to work is that people are often quick to make assumptions about what thats like. There's a big difference between not working because you can't or because you won't. The truth is that most people I know who are in the same boat as me would love to work and contribute to society. Being on benefits has a stigma all of its own and I've heard enough people complain about people like me having to live on benefits. I've been accused of being too lazy to work (I would love to see someone work when they struggle to do the basics, have to rely on oxygen and over 30 different meds). I've always sat down with people and asked them why they think that. Then I explain that my "job", if you like, is just staying alive. To tell my story and hopefully empower other people to be OK with not being OK. But I also want to help people to see that just because we have a condition, we don't need to be pitied or treated differently.

Don't get me wrong, illness isn't something pink and fluffy. Being in pain all the time isn't cute and when you pity someone or baby them, you make them believe that they're a victim somehow. Or (and this is actually grotesque) there are those who only feel safe or loved when they're getting sympathy so they actively seek it. I've always said to people that I am Wendy, Wendy has many things that make her interesting. However Wendy happens to have long term health problems but those are only a small part of her. It may sound weird but I may have to deal with a lot but there is something more in here. Something that is worth hanging on to.

My day starts with the usual checks, it's important for me to monitor my peak flow, symptoms and other signs as the slightest dip in anything can be the signs that something has started to happen and it's vital that we know before it becomes an issue. Peak flow is the most important thing to monitor for an asthmatic. It's a measurement of how well your lungs are working and sudden drops can be a sign that you need help. My peak flows are currently very low as I have a chest infection and it's a stubborn one. I know that any sudden drop off or shortness of breath is an indication that I could have an asthma attack unless we get on top of it. After checking to see what's what, I then take my first lot of meds.

My meds are hard to manage as the list is ever growing and I am constantly checking what I have, trying not to be too much of a bother by asking for things to be brought in and ordering what I need to (which often has issues with the pharmacy not ordering what I ask for or some other break down in communication) and the subsequent having to chase the doctors or pharmacist to make sure I have what I need. I don't want to be on meds, I just know that without them, there's going to be a lot of pain and the possibility of even dying without them. I don't like that I have to ask for help and I hate that I have to disturb Jace when he does things, it makes me feel like a bad girlfriend sometimes but I know that I can't really do it all myself anymore.

I try though. Every day.

My hobbies are keeping me sane. I love playing TCGs and I really love collecting the cards themselves. Making little animations is another thing I do (usually MMD videos) or drawing and sewing. It's true that I have a lot of hobbies to keep me busy but they're only possible when my body allows them. Recently I have had a bad chest infection that has pretty much limited me as to what I've been able to do. Pain is a real part of what I had to cope with and being breathless can add to that as well. It makes you feel like you're doing 4x the work. Seeing something you'd worked on come to fruition, even when you struggled with it, is such a great feeling. If anything, the struggle makes it more worthwhile. I'm hoping that things will get even more busy when club comes back though, especially now I'm a registered judge.

Being a judge is great! Since joining the roster, it has inspired me to take my game up a notch. I have a deeper understanding of the mechanics of the game and it's really opened my mind to new strategies. It's been an amazing journey and I can't wait for things to start up soon and I can start doing what I enjoy.

So what I want you to take away from this is the courage to live your lives, be happy and don't look at just the things that are wrong, take in the entire picture. Take in every detail, however small because there is always something worth working for.

Loves
Wendy xx

Wednesday, 15 August 2018

Powerful Positivity

Its been hot here. Too hot. Never was one for the heat so this heatwave has been driving me mad, so I've been laying low with multiple fans and black out curtains, keeping the sun out. I've been drinking like a fish but that's what you need to do in this kind of weather. It isn't an easy thing for anyone to withstand, let alone someone with my kind of limitations and issues. Things like going to the loo can be a challenge and my nebuliser and I have never been far away from each other. Being on nebulisers at home has really made so much of a difference because I can handle my asthma a lot better and spend less time in A&E for nebs. Imagine if I had to go to hospital whenever I needed a neb?! I'd never be at home!!

I'll admit there's been times that I would love to unzip myself out of this body and in to a new one without medical problems. I mean it's natural right? No one wants to feel poorly all the time or have to spend hours trying to manage symptoms to have some kind of semblance of a life. That's the thing though with a lifelong condition (or conditions), you are always playing catch up with yourself, sometimes it pans out OK, other times not so much. I wake up some mornings feeling like someone ran over me with a lorry and sometimes that soreness and exhaustion means that getting out of bed can be difficult and I rely heavily on having something to keep me upright. 

My HSP has been getting worse recently too. Basically Hereidtary Spastic Paraplegia is a condition that causes the nerve endings from my spine to my legs to degenerate. I've had it all my life which is why when I was younger, my walking was a bit odd. Not to mention the curve at the base of my spine and the nerves it entraps, previous injuries to my back, arthritis and osteoporosis which make things like walking difficult. My legs are often weak or even numb so it can be difficult sometimes to get up and move around. That and having a pair of damaged and bad lungs can make life difficult on a bad day, throw in a stomach which doesn't close properly and Crohn's making my intestines grumbly, it can get pretty miserable, but only if I let it, which is something I can't do. What does self pity accomplish anyway? I guess though it's about making those bad days at least meaningful in some way and that meaning comes from the little things.they often say that it's the simple things that make up life afterall and thinking less about what I can't do and more about what I can do.

I can't grumble too much though. I just try and keep myself occupied with things like my crafting, MMD and of course gaming. Since becoming a Level 1 Yu-Gi-Oh! Judge, I've really learned more and more about the game and what rulings mean and as a result I feel that I have grown as a duelist too. I enjoyed Yu-Gi-Oh anyway and Jace and I love playing together. When things start happening again soon it'll be great because we can go and do what we love together again. Obviously we'll be careful about the more expensive mats and cards as they need us to protect them and keep them from accidental damage and nothing shows deep appreciation for something more than taking care of it. I spend hours with my decks, preparing them and making sure that only the nice, clean copies of cards are used. Obviously there's some cards that I would be wary about using in case they got scuffed (mainly my Cyberdark Impact secret rare and LART Monster Reborn) as they also carry personal meaning to them too.

It's funny actually, I've always had this thing about taking care of things, even if they aren't what other people consider valuable. True value is in the intangible. It actually bothers me how some people throw money at things to either try to impress or be better than others. Growing up, we didn't have the latest gadgets r expensive trinkets, if we broke something we didn't automatically get another. We were resourceful, something I still take pride in. I have a Sony camcorder, it wasn't top of the range or overly expensive but my family came together to get it for me for my 20th birthday. When it started having issues I was really upset as I've had it for 10 years, so instead of rushing to get a new one, like most people would, I did my usual thing of trying to repair it (which I did). I did the same with my Vita, PSP, laptops. Actually a lot of things have been taken apart and mended. So when the camera started behaving and working again, I was so happy because whenever I use it, it reminds me of my family and the lessons my parents taught me about not wasting anything, including time. Make the best of things.

So, if you take anything from this, let it be that life is short, make it what you want it to be. Don't look for someone to blame, take responsibility for your own life.

Loves
Wendy xx

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