Sunday, 28 February 2016

Getting better

I've been so ill,
For quite a while,
It's really quite boring,
It's becoming a trial!

I've been sat on the sofa,
For day after day,
I need some strength,
To enjoy life my way.

But with the help of drugs,
And a touch of fresh air,
I'm starting to feel better,
Slowly getting there.

Today, I'm bored!
A new feeling to be sure!
The great outdoors,
Holds a certain allure!

Maybe a walk around the block,
Would be rather nice,
To build up my muscles,
That's my doctor's advice.

So on with my coat,
And out of the door!
It's just such a shame,
That the weather is poor!

My legs feel good,
Not wobbly and weak!
I'm going to get better,
More strength I do seek

Now I'm back home,
And the sofa looks good!
Maybe a little sit down,
Now I've walked and I've stood!

Tomorrow I'll be stronger,
Walk a bit more,
Further and further,
I'll walk from my door.

Then when some time has passed,
And my strength is all good,
I'll run, play and jump,
Like I knew that I would!

Saturday, 27 February 2016

Who's to blame?

When things go wrong in our lives, it is only natural for us to look for something or somebody to blame.

Sometimes things are the fault of somebody or something else, sometimes they are not.

Mistakes happen, it is how we react to them that makes the difference.

We can either say that it is not our fault and accept the consequences, or we can make an effort to learn and grow from them.

To blame somebody for a mistake, and to hold onto that blame takes a lot of energy.

This energy would be much better used by using it in a positive way, to change what we can change and learn from that which we can't.

Instead of laying blame, we should strive to create a better future and make a positive experience rather that keeping hold of grudges which do little apart from poison our happiness.

Accept, learn, improve, grow.

Friday, 26 February 2016

Feeding the birds

I love all my birds,
From large down to small,
I feed them each day,
I welcome them all.

The feeders are empty
The birdies are sad,
Must top them up,
Or I'll feel very bad!

Fat balls and grain,
Are the things they like best,
But they also like rice,
They eat it with zest.

My friends are lined up,
On chimneys and roof,
Staring at me,
Looking svelte and aloof!

I go back indoors,
And wait for the fun,
Down they all fly,
Like a shot from a gun.

They flap and they rush,
To the feeders and such
Fighting and squabbling,
For some it's too much.

Small birds and large,
Pigeons and thrush,
They all eat their fill,
They're in such a rush!

Now the food is all gone,
And so are my pals,
Off to the sky,
To other locales.

Tuesday, 23 February 2016

The M.R.I

I need an M.R.I,
A scan on my head,
I'm feeling quite nervous,
As I look at the bed!

This won't hurt a bit,
The doctor told me,
It'll take half an hour,
And then you can flee!

I lay on the bed,
Earphones are put on,
Cos, the machine is quite noisy,
I don't want my hearing to be gone!

Then a helmet,
It covers my head,
But there's a little mirror,
So I can see the world from my bed!

Into the tunnel I slide,
The machine makes a groan,
Eek, this is it!
I inwardly moan.

Oh, the sound is so loud,
With bangs and a thump!
I'm really on edge,
With each one I do jump.

The time marches on,
Surely the end it is near?
I want to go home,
Want an end to this fear!

The job is now done,
I'm released, I am free!
I go and get dressed,
And then home I do flee.

Now there's a wait for results,
It'll be quite a strain,
But I can't help but wonder,
Did they find I had a brain?

Sunday, 21 February 2016

You don't know how lucky you are!

You don't know how lucky you are! How often have we heard those words.

But often we do not take them seriously or think about them, because it just feels like a throw away phrase.

But it really is true. Each and every one of us is lucky. Sometimes it doesn't feel like it, but if we examine our lives, we will see that it is true.

Even on the darkest of days, there is always something good to be found.

This could be the love of our family, our health, wealth, our material belongings.

Over the last month, I have become acutely aware of just how lucky I am, how much I have to be thankful for.

What have you got to feel thankful for? Look at your life, see all of those things that have bought joy into your life.

Remember and cherish each and everyone of them, don't take them for granted for a moment longer.

Be thankful, be happy and enjoy your blessings.

Wednesday, 17 February 2016

A muffin? No, nuffin!

I got a quick email,
I've won a nice prize.
A £10 spend at Starbucks!
What a lovely surprise.

I fancy a coffee,
And something to eat,
A nice chocolate cake,
Would be such a treat.

But oh woe and alas,
Another mail here,
We've made a mistake,
You'll get nothing, we fear!

So now my dear friends,
I'm feeling quite sad,
Cos instead of my muffin,
They've said I'll get...........

Monday, 15 February 2016

The patient

She sat in her hospital bed, her knees drawn up to her chest. The desperation within her grew, filling her with an anxious longing.

So many tests, so many needles! She idly rubbed at the bruises on her arms. But still there seemed to be no answers, nobody to comfort her, to tell her that everything would be alright.

She felt so alone, longed to be home, comfortable and warm in her own bed. But it felt as though it would never be.

Every time that the doctors said that she could go home, something would happen. A test result would come back abnormal, she would begin to feel ill. And it was yet another night in hospital. A night of noise, lights, the nurses laughing and talking, other patients crying out for help – no sleep.

She picked up her book to pass the time, but could not concentrate. The words swam before her tired eyes, her mind could not comprehend them.

Lunch time! What pleasures would there be today? She lifted the lid, shuddered and turned away. I wouldn't feed that to a dog! She muttered to herself!

Yet more doctors appeared at the bottom of her bed. More puzzled faces, more muttered words.

Please, please, just tell me what is wrong, she thought silently. But they just smiled at her and walked on to the next patient.

Days passed, more tests, more blood, more bruises.

She sat, watching the cars travelling along the road. They were the lucky ones, they were free! They would be going home to a tasty meal and their own bed! A tear slid down her cheek.

The door to the ward opened – more doctors, more hushed words. And then – one looked up and said 'Would you like to go home?'

Her heart leaped! Yes, yes please!

There would be more tests, more blood, drugs and bruises, but at least she would be home.

She pulled the curtains around her bed, ripped off her hospital gown and got dressed, smiling.

Monday, 1 February 2016

The fragility of life

Over the last few weeks, I have not felt quite myself, but I pushed it to the back of my mind and carried on with my daily life.

Last week, I woke up and realised that I had suffered a stroke. Thankfully it was only mild and I should recover well.

But it made me realise just how fragile our mortal bodies really are.

How quickly, in the blink of an eye, that everything can change.

We should use our time wisely, because tomorrow could be very different, as I have learned over the last week.

I am going to take some time to rest and recover, spend some time enjoying my home, my husband and children. Making the most of what I have and enjoying it.

I will still post when I feel well enough, but that may not be as often as it has been in the past.

I wish you all of the health and happiness in the world dear readers. Take care of your health and your loved ones.