I would just like to say that my friend is doing extremely well, and now that we have some semblance of pain management sorted, will hopefully continue to improve.
New post coming later today. :O)
I’m mad and I’m angry. I want to rage at the world. My friend is in pain and I can’t do anything about it. If I could take it away and endure the torture she is going through I would.
In a second.
Here’s the thing though; she would take it away from me too. She’s just that kind of person.
Let me go back to the beginning.
A friend came over one day and asked if I wanted to go out. I said no, so he took me anyway. We went to his friend’s house, whom I’d never met before and there she was. There were sparkles in the air and we stayed at the breakfast bar talking all night about anything and everything all over again. We put the world well and truly to rights……
Continue reading “Yet Still the World Turns….”
Husband and I often joke that if people didn’t know me they would ask the question ‘how can you be gifted?’ They do this for several reasons; I sometimes miss the obvious especially in social situations. It is not unknown for Husband to deliver a deserved prod or a nudge with an elbow or foot if we are out.
I have trouble with my left and right. Family and Friends who have ever driven with me or given me directions know well enough that they need to give me time to look at my hands (left hand makes an ‘L’), or, failing that, say things like ‘turn your way’ at the lights. This inability is inherited from my dad, who is even worse than me if that is possible, and it can lead to many funny and not so funny situations.
Continue reading “How Can You be Gifted?”
So I don’t handle grief all that well, and on the flip side of that coin I am becoming expert at it.
As a gifted person I form deep attachments to things and people, in my case mostly people, who have an impact or play a part in my life journey. Think about this for a minute. One person could make a throw away comment about something that moves, touches, inspires or alters my pathway in life is some way, and I am attached.
Inevitably they do not feel the same way and I become unattached quite quickly. I feel the pain of the loss, and all of it is deep. There isn’t a sense of ‘overreacting’ as that person is now an important part of why I am the way I am. Continue reading “Grief.”
“I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited.”
Sylvia Plath (American poet and novelist)
This quote tends to sum up my life. I met someone today I used to work for about 5 years ago, and she asked me what I was up to. I don’t really know how to respond to this as I have SO much going on. When someone asks me this type question, I usually go with what I think will be interesting to them and will keep the conversation short, as I’ve never really had much time for conversations based on ‘how’s the weather’ type topics.
Continue reading “Who needs sleep?”
Husband read my previous post and suggested I fill readers on what I actually do, to show that whilst all those things are constantly there and present dangers of life to deal with, deal with them I do, and rather effectively. Well, most of the time anyway. Continue reading “Snapshot”
So it appears I have a blog. I’m not really sure what to do with it but Husband assures me that if I can speak I can write, so going to give it a go. I’ve looked around the web, and done my research and it seems that there isn’t really anything that is specifically written by an adult who is gifted, well nothing that gives any kind of insight into what its like living with being gifted.
People I’ve spoken to since I was hit with the realisation I was gifted like a fireball from the sky to the head (not one of my smarter moments) usually come out with lines like “oh well, that’s nothing to complain about” or “wish I had bit more of that giftedness to call my own” or my personal favourite “at least it isn’t a real disability, you should be thankful for that”. Continue reading “Standing Alone in the Crowd”