Seeds of inspiration

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A very simple multi-strand necklace. The only additions to the seed beads sent by Valerie are the chunky butterscotch glass cubes and a clasp. The seedies were such an unusual colour combination that I wanted them to be the feature. The glass cubes were sent when I ordered some orange cubes which turned out to be out-of-stock and they were sent as a substitute.
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Close up on that focal

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More of Valerie’s soup beads here – the tiny gold coloured seed beads in the leaves, and the tree agate and carnelian dangles. The chain is made from four different coloured chains, taken apart link by link to make a more varied look.

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Guardians of the pearls

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I've called this, very grandly, the Guardians of the Pearls. My bead soup Partner Valerie sent me some beautiful chocolate coloured pearls as well as the long stick pearls near the neckline.  The really unusual circular glass link beads were also from her generous hoard!  I wanted to use several techniques here so the fron links are Byzantine chain mail in toning colours.

I’ve called this, very grandly, the Guardians of the Pearls. My bead soup Partner Valerie sent me some beautiful chocolate coloured pearls as well as the long stick pearls near the neckline. The really unusual circular glass link beads were also from her generous hoard! I wanted to use several techniques here so the front links are Byzantine chain mail in toning colours.

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As those of you who know me are all too aware, I love doing very small detailed odds and ends;these dragons are made using size 11 Miyuki delicas. The design was drawn up for me, though I have made minor alterations, by Thread-a-bead.uk – thank you!

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More from the copper flower necklace.

I hope these are all self-explanatory! I love the themed toggled sent by Valerie, so I deliberately offset it.valerie's-whole-again

The first of so many!

The first of so many!

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Close up on that lovely focal

Close up on that lovely focal

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The very first of my creations made using ingredients from my delicious bead soup from Valerie.

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The very first of my creations made using ingredients from my delicious bead soup from Valerie.

The very first of my creations made using ingredients from my delicious bead soup from Valerie.

This shot also clearly shows the little nuggets I made into wire-wrapped dangles to feature on the chain. That itself was made using single links from chains made of four different coloured metals.

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Me and that chair – reunited after too long an absence

Me and that chair - reunited after too long an absence

Still here, thanks to my neurosurgical team – but most of all, to my family.

I’ve managed to cook the evening meal today, albeit a “stick it all in the slow cooker and turn it on” variety.  AS Shrek puts it all too well, baby steps. Progress may not be up front visible but my confidence and stamina are building steadily. When we went to Aldi yesterday I didn’t find things seemed too fast or loud.  I’ve had the necessary papers from DVLC to get my driving licence back and  I’ll get those filled in and sent off.  The papers are on the surface pretty straightforward but pose one or two strange questions in my circumstances…the name of my doctor/surgeon and last date /next date to see him?  I assume it was the doctor whose name was on the board by my bed but I couldn’t tell you when I last saw him, as I’d not even recognise him in the street, such was my conscious contact with him.  In my discharge note from Queen’s I was told I’d see him again in 6 to 8 weeks’ time – fine, except that I’ve had a letter today with an appointment for July, which will be four months.  Steve bless him is trying to take over all these irritating details for me, and has rung the hospital and had to leave a message on the proverbial “never”answering machine…I’m not sure that my appointment needs to be done and dusted for me to return to driving,but if it is, July is much too long to wait. Legally you have to wait a month after a sub-arachnoid – and it’s a month today.

What’s becoming more of a concern to me is that Steve is getting more and more run down and tired himself;he’s so worried I’ll try to do too much that he’s setting himself up to cover all my bases for me, whereas I’m becoming happy to have a go at whatever and pass it on if necessary.  I’m not well-known for my patience with illness in myself but I do think that this time my mind is being made up far more than usual by sheer physical restraints.  I feel tired – too tired to attempt much.  Walking 80 yards to the Post Box near us is an achievement for me – but I’m getting to the stage where I’d quite like to go out for a 20 minute amble without anyone else needing to be with me or come looking for me – I can take a phone, and I can hardly get miles off the beaten track round here!  In some ways it reminds me of when I went to Guernsey with my mum and dad when I was a little girl.  I’d only be about four years old, and I do know mum and dad were really looking forward to getting away on a proper holiday without Grandma and Grandad around – almost an escape, or a declaration of independence. It was to be to a (relatively) far away place, and I think at that time my grandparents were a bit too keen to be in on the action with me and quite likely to get a bus outing for the day to come calling if we went closer to home.  Suffice it to say that I think we’d been on Guernsey only two days when up rolled grandma and grandad, to stay for the remainder of the break.  Don’t think my parents were too thrilled…they thought they’d made a statement.  It must be said that only a couple of years later we did manage to get far enough away from the grandparents not to come calling, and I’m convinced it would only be the impossible expense of getting to Malaya that put them off, even then!  I put their hunting us down to the fact that Dad was in the army so they had relatively little contact with him and his family, compared to that they had with dad’s sisters and their families.

Steve has been checking up on uploading/editing my Bead Soup Blog images, so they’ll be ready for my amended date of the 20th.  I just hope and pray that Lori is feeling much better now, as I myself am thanks to all your support.  It will take a fortnight to look the pictures through as they stand, as I’ve succumbed to taking bits of close-ups on quite a few of the pieces – the devil is in the details, so I must be full of evil!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Until next time!

 

 

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The bolt from the blue

Hello world – I’m slowly getting my thoughts and life back to normality.  Thanks to all of you who have so kindly sent good wishes and prayers for my recovery.  With the support and love of the people who matter most I seem to have got away with my recent close encounter!

For anyone who hasn’t a clue what I’m rabbiting about, a (not very) potted diary follows…This is the first time I’ll have tried to put this all into words other than chat to my family, who obviously were with me all the time, thank the Lord!

Thursday March 14th dawned fresh and sunny around here and having been out to the shops with Jenni in the morning, all seemed to be normal.  After the usual light lunch (of course, I’m a lidy what does lunches)I had a whale of a time in the afternoon clearing space in the freezer for the following day’s delivery of fish (Regal Fish Supplies, come to us every 3 months, gorgeous fish and supermarket-thrashing prices too – can’t recommend them highly enough!)  After tea, and washing pots etc I decided to have a sit for half an hour to do some sudoku puzzles. Put my reading specs on, opened puzzle book, bent head to look at puzzles and BANG.  The pain was like a heavy club across the back of my neck and between my temples.  Couldn’t seem to co-ordinate my eyes and was desperate for fresh air, so managed to crawl to patio door and sit down.  Pain still intolerable, first thought was that I might be having a stroke but couldn’t feel any one-sided weakness.  Managed to call out for Steve, he and Jenni came running, called 999 and within what seemed like 2 minutes a paramedic arrived.  He was lovely and went through a few questions and tests;fortunately the visual disturbance was abating but the head and neck were still WOW on the pain front.  Meningitis?

Paramedic called for an ambulance, it arrived 20 seconds later (it seemed) and its wonderfully reassuring and helpful medic did tests involving serious kit like the ECG. Heart was fine but my BP got itself up to over 200 over 140 – it definitely pointed to something very wrong.  They loaded me onto the ambulance and whizzed me to Kings Mill Hospital OPD.  With hindsight this was the worst part bar the pain – it took over an hour sitting in a curtained-off area for someone to come and check me in and triage.  During this whole time I wasn’t offered any pain relief (or if I was, neither I nor Steve remembers it) It was during this wait that I start to forget what happened.  Steve says I was sent for an MRI scan, which he was able to see “live” and it was all too apparent from it that I’d had a major sub-arachnoid haemorrhage caused by a ruptured aneurysm.  It was very rapidly decided to transfer me to Queen’s Medical Centre in Nottingham (about 20 miles away)as they are the leading treatment centre close to us for this sort of event. This is the bit I’m most annoyed about missing – I was in blue-lit screaming ambulance mode all the way to Nottingham down the M1 and I’d always wanted to have a ride in a blue-lit screaming etc etc and I was not conscious enough to remember any thing about it.  Honestly, there are some kill-joys out there!  Steve says I was conscious but not making any sense at all (not that that is unusual – I’m good at talking rubbish even when I’m well!

Once we got to Queen’s, Steve and the surgeon watched another “live”MRA and the neurosurgeon said he needed to operate immediately.  We were by then into Friday very early morning, and I was taken to theatre to get the puddled-up blood off the brain’s surface.  Using an artery in my groin as an access point, the team put in a platinum coil which  over the next short while will accumulate various bits and bobs from my blood stream to provide a block to further bleeding.

I came out of theatre something between 7 and 7 and a half hours later and don’t really have any memory of coming out of anaesthetic or of knowing I was on Neuro Intensive Care.  The next few days have no particular memories other than how unbelievably nasty and uncaring some of the nursing staff were.  A couple of them did seem to care and went out of their way to help,but it was only a couple.  What sort of caring nurse, who knows (or ought to know)that their patient has such poor eyesight as to be officially classed as visually impaired when uncorrected (my prescription is -14 in one eye and -10.25 in the other)and also has congenital spinal deformities tells her patient she’s lazy because she can’t see to walk safely to the bathroom, then puts her an adult nappy on and forces her to walk despite the back pain which is so intense it makes her pooh her nappy? Even better, the  nurse then grumbles at the patient so she has to clean herself up because the staff have other patients who need them…God help us all if this our NHS now.

Sorry if that offends anyone who reads this, but this happened to me.  I was in hospital from Thursday night, 14th March, to Monday p.m. (11 days)during which time I lost 12 pounds in weight and quite literally couldn’t find a position to rest in any degree of comfort.  The mattresses were/are memory foam, which is probably great if you’ve a normal spine but don’t give anything like enough support to a deformed spine.  They eventually put me on to a totally new regime for pain relief, despite that fact that the routine I follow has worked well for over a decade and which they eventually (6 days down the line)put me back to.

We’ve all seen/heard the horror stories currently emerging about lack of old-fashioned caring and nursing and I think I’ve been there myself now. I was shatteringly tired, confused, in desperate pain and really frightened.  No member of staff told me what was wrong with me, what treatment I’d had, where I was or even what day of the week it was.  My family was just wonderful, giving me the love, reassurance and information I needed so desperately – when they knew, which was not often  as staff never made the time to talk to them and keep them informed. To this day I don’t even know the names of the people who operated on/treated me – my deepest gratitude to them because they at least responded to my needs there and then.

And my last whine?  I was discharged on Monday 25th;it’s now Saturday 30th. I was given no advice or information in the form of a leaflet  or such as to what I should or shouldn’t do…a 2xA4 sheet leaflet arrived by second class post this morning.  I needed that help on the day I was discharged.

Don’t ever ask me to go into QMC again. Staff bawling at each other and their patients down the length of a supposed Intensive Care Ward, banging doors deliberately all night and ignoring patients’ calls for help? That’s the treatment guaranteed to give you nightmares that you don’t need at any time of your life or health.

TGIH...thanks God I'm home.  Now I will be able to get well in peace and lack of fear.

TGIH…thanks God I’m home. Now I will be able to get well in peace and lack of fear.

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