Update.
Its been a while again, basically I thought I had somehow locked myself out and nothing I tried helped me find the account. Rather hilariously I suddenly realised I was using the wrong email address the whole time. (I know right?)
Anyway I am currently waiting for my masters course to start so thought I would take the opportunity to update the blog (which i basically write for myself currently.
First of I got my degree. I now officially have a Upper Second Class Honours in Arts and Humanities- English Lit Pathway. My graduation ceremony is next month! Eeeek!! Since having my daughter at 19 I kind of wrote off me ever having a degree. Even though I had always wanted one. (weird I know, I just felt like it was what I was meant to do) Just goes to show never write yourself off. Even while I was doing the degree I didnt truly believe I'd actually do it! People knock the Open University but in all honesty I will always be grateful they gave me the opportunity to study. I studied everywhere: hospital beds, waiting rooms, sat under a tree at a theme park (the idea being I could still be there despite not being able to walk about that day. In reality it was stupid, I was so jealous of them on all the rides. In future cant walk? Stop being stubborn and hire a wheelchair.), family gatherings, holidays. It helped me come to terms with my current life and made me feel less like a waste of a person when I was to ill to move. I wont pretend it wasnt super stressful at times but it was all worth it when I opened up the page and saw my degree offer.
Originally past Callie envisioned graduating in some sunny future where her asthma was under control and she could jump right into teacher training. Present day me realises I was so naive to think that. So I decided to crack on and see if I could get accepted on a Masters in Creative Writing. And apparently I can. On more than one if we want to be showing off about it. I liked the idea of Kingston University's distance learning one the best. So that's the next year of my life. seeing if I can add the letters MA to my name.
In addition to that I have cried my way through my boys year 6 leavers show and his first day of secondary, swelled with pride at my daughter bossing starting a new school during year 9. (no 14 year old wants to be the newbie). Watched one of my friends get married (cried a lot that day as well).
Oh had a little stay in the 5 star all inclusive (hospital) last month. Among some fun new things during this stay we learnt was that where as we had always gone on whether I can talk in sentences or not up till now, that no longer indicates anything because somehow I can breathe in the top of my chest to get the words out. I mean I am no great conversationalist still but I fooled myself and those around me for a little bit that I wasn't all that bad. (spoiler I wasn't all that good). So just had the usual treatments for a few days of 'maybe home tomorrow's and then a few weeks of recovering. I felt extremely guilty that it happened in the summer holidays. My kids are generally very patient and understanding but the Mum guilt has been overwhelming.
No progression on the new drugs just carrying on trying to keep control of it as best I can. lots of nebs, inhalers, evil pred tablets and so on everyday slowly destroying my body while trying to keep it alive at the same time.
Moving forward I am hoping to start writing about life specifically as a 30 something, a mum, a student and how being ill trickles into life and effects things.Everyday things and bigger one off things. Probably a bit about things going on in the world. Basically just see how it goes. Or in 10 months I will be writing another one of these. (quite likely).
Anyway I am currently waiting for my masters course to start so thought I would take the opportunity to update the blog (which i basically write for myself currently.
First of I got my degree. I now officially have a Upper Second Class Honours in Arts and Humanities- English Lit Pathway. My graduation ceremony is next month! Eeeek!! Since having my daughter at 19 I kind of wrote off me ever having a degree. Even though I had always wanted one. (weird I know, I just felt like it was what I was meant to do) Just goes to show never write yourself off. Even while I was doing the degree I didnt truly believe I'd actually do it! People knock the Open University but in all honesty I will always be grateful they gave me the opportunity to study. I studied everywhere: hospital beds, waiting rooms, sat under a tree at a theme park (the idea being I could still be there despite not being able to walk about that day. In reality it was stupid, I was so jealous of them on all the rides. In future cant walk? Stop being stubborn and hire a wheelchair.), family gatherings, holidays. It helped me come to terms with my current life and made me feel less like a waste of a person when I was to ill to move. I wont pretend it wasnt super stressful at times but it was all worth it when I opened up the page and saw my degree offer.
Originally past Callie envisioned graduating in some sunny future where her asthma was under control and she could jump right into teacher training. Present day me realises I was so naive to think that. So I decided to crack on and see if I could get accepted on a Masters in Creative Writing. And apparently I can. On more than one if we want to be showing off about it. I liked the idea of Kingston University's distance learning one the best. So that's the next year of my life. seeing if I can add the letters MA to my name.
In addition to that I have cried my way through my boys year 6 leavers show and his first day of secondary, swelled with pride at my daughter bossing starting a new school during year 9. (no 14 year old wants to be the newbie). Watched one of my friends get married (cried a lot that day as well).
Oh had a little stay in the 5 star all inclusive (hospital) last month. Among some fun new things during this stay we learnt was that where as we had always gone on whether I can talk in sentences or not up till now, that no longer indicates anything because somehow I can breathe in the top of my chest to get the words out. I mean I am no great conversationalist still but I fooled myself and those around me for a little bit that I wasn't all that bad. (spoiler I wasn't all that good). So just had the usual treatments for a few days of 'maybe home tomorrow's and then a few weeks of recovering. I felt extremely guilty that it happened in the summer holidays. My kids are generally very patient and understanding but the Mum guilt has been overwhelming.
No progression on the new drugs just carrying on trying to keep control of it as best I can. lots of nebs, inhalers, evil pred tablets and so on everyday slowly destroying my body while trying to keep it alive at the same time.
Moving forward I am hoping to start writing about life specifically as a 30 something, a mum, a student and how being ill trickles into life and effects things.Everyday things and bigger one off things. Probably a bit about things going on in the world. Basically just see how it goes. Or in 10 months I will be writing another one of these. (quite likely).
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