Get Over It

Okay, my pity party is officially over. How do I have the nerve to complain about a little discomfort? I look around me in this world and quickly realize that I am one of the luckiest folks on earth. I have my vision, my hearing, my senses; I have five heathy children, one wonderful grandson with another baby on it's way in July. I have a roof over my head, a warm bed to sleep in, an abundance of food at my convenience and a wonderful loving husband. What right do I have to feel sorry for myself even for a minute? What an overgrown baby am I!! If you ever catch me whining about a little pain again, I expect a proper scolding. The Big Guy in the Sky is doing a mighty fine job of looking after me and I owe nothing but a big fat apolgy for not realizing how lucky I truly am!!

Pity Party

Waa, waa, poor me. I am feeling very sorry for me right now. I can't have a proper shower, therefore can't wash my hair properly, something I NEED to do daily, My hubby does his very best with me hunched over the sink but afterwards I am exhausted.I can't stand up straight, I feel like the hunchback of Notre Dame and I get so tired if I try walking in my lovely hunched over stance for only 50 feet. TV watching requires too much concentration and besides the weather outside is beautiful, no one should be in if they don't have to be.

Waaa, poor me!

What a Good Night's Sleep Can Accomplish

Okay, last night I discovered some pain medication that does work and between it and the two sleeping pills, I slept like a baby, fetal position and all. The one and only pain drug I have ever taken with any modicum of success is Demerol, pretty potent stuff to the average joe. Of course I'm not average and it can sometimes have it's nasty little side-effect....barfing.

Well last night I took one gravol about a half hour before bed. Then I took 2-50mg. tablets of demerol and my 2 Flurazepam for sleeping and before Rick could clear the room, I was snoring like a chainsaw.

Stayed that way all night, waking up only once to pee, no barfing at all and other than the yucky drug taste in my mouth, I am feeling well rested for the first time in over a week. Life truly is grand today!

Like a Friggin' Fetus

I recently underwent not one, but two emergency abdominal surgeries, hence I have to remain in a crouched position or huddle in a chair for the next 10 days to two weeks in order for the mass of stitches to remain intact. No staples for this kid, I'm highly allergic to stainless steel.

At night we have devised a bed of sorts which relegates me into a friggin' fetal position for sleeping. I'd do better if I slept in a kitty litter box!!!

I am cranky, in pain and allergic to almost every beneficial drug on the market. Give me ACID, magic mushrooms , hashish or pot and I can get high endlessly but something useful like codeine, vicodin or penicillin and I puff up like the flippin Goodyear Blimp.
Oh yeh, life is grand!!!

Pinch Me

Okay.... I love certain professional people that I have become a good client of. I mean I genuinely love these people. My lawyer, Milton, is one of my dearest , most beloved advisors that I have ever met and even though I pay him with bonafide cash for his services, I adore him and I know it is a mutual admiration.

I love my accountant Ian Vasey. He has been my accountant since I first opened my very first business well over 20 years ago and we are like siblings. He knows my business inside and out and I trust him implicitly.

I love my dentist and even though I used to be a dental assisstant in a previous life, I hate all dentists....except Omar, my dentist.

I love Terry, my financial advisor, my dearest friend and the brother I never had. He is my life saver, my confident and one of the kindest people I am lucky to know.

Recently I have undergone some serious surgery and now I am seeing a plastic surgeon to fix the mess and I love my new surgeon. He is caring, to the point that he even makes house calls...two so far and I adore him.

Here I am again surrounded by wonderful people who just happen to be professionals who care about me, my life and my health. If I was any luckier I would be an angel!! Life is grand isn't it?

Easter Sunday

It's Easter Sunday Morning, the day that Christ was to have risen from the dead and in his name humanity has been reduced to barbarianism. How sad indeed.

What should have been a wake-up call to the world instead became an excuse to point fingers and lay blame. So sad, how wasteful. What a world we could be living in, a paradise where we can all get along as neighbours aware that we truly are connected, instead we allow overinflated egos to dictate their beliefs, their misguided interpretations of what they believe the world should be.

Sorry for my cynicism folks. I find myself in a world filled with pompous, hypicritical bible thumpers who know nothing of Gods word and it truly saddens me? Just what will it take to wake us all up?

Thanks To All The Men Who I Carry In My Heart

This weekend I want to acnowledge some men in my life who have affected me profoundly.

They have been my idols, my role models, my teachers and my friends and I am so very lucky to have had them in my life. With the exception of the first three, they come in no particular order but I love them all very dearly and it is through them that I am me.(The special women will have to wait for another occasion.)

First I was graced to have the most loving, kindest father, Richard Walton Ainsley, whom I adored with all my heart . His passing on May 18th, 2001 is still too raw to me that I still tear up on many occasions; a song on the radio, a plane flying overhead, a car driving. Second was my Granddad Albert Wadey, the gentlest, sweetest most proper gentleman that has ever graced this earth. Third is my sweet sweet husband Rick who is my earth angel.

Now the rest come in no particular order; they all share the same place - Jim Seabrook, Rick's predecessor, the late father of my three wonderful children, Jay Seabrook, my eldest son. Jamie Seabrook, my youngest son, Bill Hollingshead, my step son, (I use the term step loosely, he feels like my birth son) and last but far from least one of my very best friends Terry Windrem from Peterborough. My brother-in-law Fred Shaw and his son, my nephew, Mark Shaw are pretty high up there too.

Thank you all for touching my life in ways you will never know and I am honoured to be a part of your lives, too. I love you with all my heart and soul and cannot imagine my life without you. Have a Happy Easter!