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 Topic: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim

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  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #30 - May 08, 2012, 03:23 AM

    It sounds like you handle it fine. Not sure if I could, though. Just hearing that made me furious! And yeah, it sounds like being in walking distance is really convenient. But damn those women need to be taught a thing or two!

    Eminem is great angry music Afro

    The only thing we have to fear is fear itself
    - 32nd United States President Franklin D. Roosevelt
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #31 - May 08, 2012, 04:42 PM

    Aww man Angry they are probably just jealous. People who put down other people usually do it because they have little self-esteem. you keep holding your head up high Cheesy and make sure your kids do the same.

    ***~Church is where bad people go to hide~***
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #32 - May 08, 2012, 08:06 PM

    I actually agree with Artemis, they obviously don't know anything about you, so maybe do the unexpected and confront them. In a very mild way, as possible. Or better yet catch one of them alone and start talking to them. Usually people act all tough when they are in a group, but when they are along with no one egging them on, they usually are pretty meek.

    ***~Church is where bad people go to hide~***
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #33 - May 08, 2012, 10:27 PM

    Yeah I'd get in their faces. More or less politely but very firmly. They are obviously idiots, who get off on burning other people to make themselves feel better. Says a lot about them and nothing about you.

    Devious, treacherous, murderous, neanderthal, sub-human of the West. bunny
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #34 - May 09, 2012, 06:28 PM

    You obviously know what kind people these women are you yourself  said they are miserable. That they must indeed be to act in such a cruel and racist way to another human and especially to children.

    We all have our cowardouses however also our strengths. You from your account have endured much and have many strengths. Don't forget that you and your children are wonderful people and should be able to expect fair and just treatment. If for no other reason then the law should protects people from prejudices. On a day that you feel able you will handle those gossiping racist women in just the right way that will really make an impression on them who is truly the person with class and integrity.




    If at first you succeed...try something harder.

    Failing isn't falling down. Failing is not getting back up again.
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #35 - May 10, 2012, 03:19 AM

    Thanks guys for the advice. When I'm up to it and in a stronger/more assertive and less lazy/chicken mood, I'll give it a go.

    Today I took my friend with me, he saw and heard one of the women make a loud comment within earshot and he loudly pronounced about how we would go the office to get it all sorted and the woman's face dropped, it was kind of funny 'cause we were going to the office for something else anyway, so it looked real to her anyway.  dance dance dance

    No one fucks with my friend lol.  dance dance dance  Cheesy He's kind of intimidating if you don't know him personally.

    He said to me when we left the school that he was shocked at how brazen the woman had been, and said that she was lucky that he hadn't gone over and gotten stuck into her.

    I'm a little scared of those women tbh, it's not that I'm scared of getting bashed by one of them or a group of them, which I have no doubt would happen if I'm not careful with what I say back, as I've witnessed out-and-out brawls in the school yard in front of all the children all over a verbal exchange, but I don't like conflict and I'm worried that it would just make things worse rather than better.

    Oh on another note, as my friend and I walked back to my place to have a coffee and a smoke, some dude pulled up and got out and asked us where such and such a shop is, and he wouldn't talk to my friend, but rather kept directing the questions to me and looking me up and down.  Roll Eyes I told her where the place was that he was looking for and so my friend and I kept walking, and my friend says to me, "You notice that he wasn't interested in what I had to say, he only wanted to know from you. Men and their penises! No wonder women go feminist,"  Cheesy
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #36 - May 10, 2012, 03:46 AM

    When you get around to fronting them, don't go apeshit. Just let them make themselves feel silly. Get them to explain exactly what their problem is and walk them through it. Betcha you can get some red faces inside of ten minutes. Wink

    Devious, treacherous, murderous, neanderthal, sub-human of the West. bunny
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #37 - May 11, 2012, 12:29 AM

    Oi boidie, just curious but why do you call yourself dude when you're a dudess? Not that it matters at all. Just curious. Smiley

    Devious, treacherous, murderous, neanderthal, sub-human of the West. bunny
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #38 - May 11, 2012, 12:44 AM

    Aww, shucks, I forgot to reply yesterday, I got too caught up in clawed's thread.

    I call myself Da_Dude, 'cause I love the movie the Big Lebowski, and lebowski is often referred to in it as The Dude. Well, I kind of relate to him, love his attitude towards life.

    Dudess just doesn't sound as cool as Dude, if that makes any sense.  grin12

    And as to those women, I'll give it a go, just got to get some balls first.  Cheesy Tongue
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #39 - May 11, 2012, 12:50 AM

    OK. Haven't seen that movie so wasn't aware of the reference. Afro

    Devious, treacherous, murderous, neanderthal, sub-human of the West. bunny
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #40 - May 11, 2012, 01:00 AM

    Really, haven't seen that movie?  mysmilie_977 well get down the video store 'cause you're really missing out man!  Cry  Tongue


  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #41 - May 11, 2012, 01:02 AM

    K. Will check it out sometime.

    Devious, treacherous, murderous, neanderthal, sub-human of the West. bunny
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #42 - May 14, 2012, 10:40 AM

    So, these last three days have been long.

    First my internet stopped working, some problem with the server on the provider's end. And you can't call them up on a Saturday can you, so I had to WAIT.

    Then my tablets have stopped working, for the sleep that is, they have seemed to help with the depression as I'm not wanting to cry 24hours 7, so that's a plus, but it's gone from being sleepy all the time (like it was when I first went on these tablets) to not-being-able to sleep again like I was before the tablets, so that I've gone from being tired all the time to having very little sleep. Three nights ago I got about 4 hours of sleep, then two nights ago I got about 2 hours of sleep, then 1 night ago (last night), I got only 1/2 hour of sleep, and that was with me increasing the medication yesterday 'cause I was so desperate to sleep. If I don't sleep tonight or only get a little, so help me FSM, cause I might just go out and randomly shout out swear-words backwards.  Tongue

    And I've run out of cigarettes again. I'm doing really well with my budget though. Been working really hard on everything and keeping tight to my budget, gonna have all my bills paid off in a week, and will be ahead on some things, also, I've been really tough on myself this last week with the cigarettes, only bought 3 packs so that I was forced to stretch it out over a period of about 8 days. That was tough, especially when you have nights like last night where you can't sleep and your whole body is screaming for sleep but no matter how hard you try (or not) it won't come.

    I've got stuff I'm thinking of, stuff to do, but don't want to post on here 'cause I'm too paranoid lol. Stuff to do with study and just stuff.

    I spent last night typing up a huge document (on wordpad 'cause the internet was down) on something I wanted to post on here, but then I think, Nah, no one would be interested, it's boring, it's stupid, blah blah blah, so decided not to. Dunno, will see.

    Have I mentioned how much I hate missionaries?

    They came again yesterday. I'd put a note on my door 'cause I thought they might come yesterday 'cause it was a sunday, so I put a note on the door practically saying DO NOT FUCKING DISTURB ME 'CAUSE I'M ASLEEP, only in slightly nicer terms.

    Well the fuckers knocked, really loudly. I woke up with a jolt and tip toed to the door, peeped out the peep hole and fucking hell, it was those mother fucking missionaries again. I turned to the kids who were playing quietly and did the SHHHH gesture. They knocked again, and again, and again, and again, and again, 6 times in total. Really loud knocks with a break between each one. I waited till their car drove off and opened the door to see if they'd taken the note, it was gone. So those fuckers read the note and knocked anyway. Fucking hell. I was angry. I had only just fallen asleep, I'd only gotten 1/2 hour of sleep and those fuckers woke me up.  finmad finmad finmad finmad finmad finmad finmad finmad finmad finmad

    Like who does that?

    That is the height of rudeness.

    If you read a note on someone's door saying "please don't disturb me or knock 'cause I won't answer as I'm trying to sleep" you'd think anyone with half a brain or any sense of decency would leave you alone NOT knock. It's just so ARGHHHH...

    Even my kids know not to wake me when I'm sleeping. If they absolutely must, they will bring me a snack from out of the cupboard and get me to open it whilst I am still half-asleep or get me to do whatever whilst still asleep. But when I have a sleep when they are still awake, it's only ever 'cause I'm desperate for sleep and if I can when the kids are awake and they are in one of their happier-content moods then by god I'm fucking going to try to have a sleep if I can, and it's only ever for a short period of time unless I'm really unwell (like when I get a migraine) and even then I still somehow manage to crawl around and get the kids food and tuck them into bed and get them more toilet paper etc... even when I've got really bad migraines I somehow don't ask me how somehow manage to crawl around on my hands and knees and do what they want/need or get what they want/need.

    Fuckers who think they can be fucking rude are fucking fucked up inconsiderate bastards and shame the name of their religion. They wonder why people don't want to talk to them: it's 'cause they are pushy rude arseholes who won't get the message and don't care if you're not in the mood for their message. I've felt bad sometimes when I've told them that I'm busy/that I don't want to talk right then, 'cause I well, I feel bad, like 'cause I'm sure they get treated shit by alot of people.

    But after that crap yesterday, I'm like fucking hell, how rude can someone be? I'm MAD. I'm absolutely dreading the next time they come by. Please let them not come here any more. I'm so tired of the BS, I'm so tired of trying to tell them to FUCK OFF without actually saying those two words. I feel like an ugly ogre at the moment, 'cause I feel like the next time they knock on my door that I might suddenly shed this skin of mine and out will jump an ugly ogre that will have flecks of huge spit drops spatter all over them as I scream FUCK OFF and fart everywhere loudly and they will go running off into the distance never to be seen again. I wish.

    Instead I'm dreading it. I'm such a fucking chicken. A coward.

    Ok, so now I'm off to try to get some sleep. Can't wait for tomorrow, I'm supposed to go with a friend who's skipping uni  tomorrow to go to the movies. And I'll be able to buy some cigarettes. I'm soooo glad I've stuck around, life really does get better, it's just a matter of getting through the shit, push through and the other side isn't so bad. It's tough, and some days are better than others, but 7 years ago, or 10 years ago or 15 or 20 years ago I would never have imagined being here, doing this, having the freedom to just be me and to be safe and at peace. My home is my sanctuary.

     Kiss  Afro Sweet dreams to all.  grin12
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #43 - May 14, 2012, 02:31 PM

    Days are hard to deal with when your not feeling well. I found it especially hard when I was going through med after med after med and they didn't control my symptoms. Hopefully your doctors will find something for you soon. It took four years to find a med for me that worked then several months to get the blood level high enough that it worked well. Now it has been two more years and still doing small adjustments. Still have trouble if I get to tired. Still will never be who I was before the accidents. Anyhow the point is there are good meds out there for headaches it's just a trial and error thing to find out which works for you. The med I take for acute headaches is experimental to take it the way I do and I know the risks but I know without it I don't have much of a life now. Some people don't understand that choice but perhaps you might. I don't have small children so I can only imagine how much more difficult it would be. I hope you have good doctors. Just keep talking to them about your options. There are online forums for headache suffers. Have you ever visited any?

    If at first you succeed...try something harder.

    Failing isn't falling down. Failing is not getting back up again.
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #44 - May 16, 2012, 07:28 PM

    Days are hard to deal with when your not feeling well. I found it especially hard when I was going through med after med after med and they didn't control my symptoms. Hopefully your doctors will find something for you soon. It took four years to find a med for me that worked then several months to get the blood level high enough that it worked well. Now it has been two more years and still doing small adjustments. Still have trouble if I get to tired. Still will never be who I was before the accidents. Anyhow the point is there are good meds out there for headaches it's just a trial and error thing to find out which works for you. The med I take for acute headaches is experimental to take it the way I do and I know the risks but I know without it I don't have much of a life now. Some people don't understand that choice but perhaps you might. I don't have small children so I can only imagine how much more difficult it would be. I hope you have good doctors. Just keep talking to them about your options. There are online forums for headache suffers. Have you ever visited any?


    At the moment Lynna, I'm on anti-anxiety/sleeping tablets for insomnia and which is to help control the worst of PTSD anxiety and nightmares; and on pain medication 6 times a day for the ongoing pain I continue to experience due to the physical trauma I received from my X which has left me with broken bones throughout my body including my face and nerve damage to my face, back, chest and shoulders, and new tablets for the depression (closely related to valium but not valium, the other 5 I tried were from the family of the most commonly prescribed type of anti-depressant and did not work, so the psychiatrist decided to try these on me) which seems to be working most of the time. I've been diagnosed with PTE (post traumatic epilepsy), which I'm waiting for the neuro-whatever at the hospital to make a descision on meds for, dunno if I really want to go on meds for it really, as I don't have seizures very often, normally only have a cluster of seizures (tonic clonic kind) about once every 3 months or so.

    I also have frequent bouts of tinnitus daily but haven't followed up trying to get treatment for it, as my doctor told me to google tinnitus to find help rather then ask him as he isn't a hearing-doctor, and when I asked him for a referral he said "no".  Shocked I have some hearing loss in my right ear, but again, I can't be bothered jumping through the ropes for the doctor. I'd much rather just get treatment for the worst of the physical problems and forget about seeking help for the hearing loss and tinnitus as I just can't be bothered with bugging my doctor about it. I'm supposed to get surgery sometime this year for the fractures in my face (not sure how it all works but they assure me that once they do it that the pain will be less, but I've been on the waiting list for what seems like forever.  Roll Eyes  mysmilie_977 I hate my doctor, he's an arrogant german prick who plays classical music during appointments (I don't mind classical music but seriously?!) and treats me like a child. It wasn't until the results from the hospital came back to him about the fractures throughout my body and in my face and that I do have extensive nerve damage in my face and back and shoulders and chest, it wasn't until then that he started to take me seriously. I think he felt bad when the results came back from the hospital as he read them and then looked at me with a sad face and said he was sorry and got to prescribing me the medication for the pain that the hospital had said I should be on for the pain. Since getting the results from the hospital he's been generally pretty nice to me but he still treats me like a child, but I shouldn't take that personally as he treats all his patients like children apparently.

    I only take the migraine tablets when I'm about to get one, when I realize I'm experiencing the aura days prior to a migraine or when I don't recognize the aura until it's too late and in the midst of a migraine. The doctor says I could be experiencing the migraines due to my traumatic brain injury, but he says it could also be stress or other things. Fortunately they don't happen too often, maybe once or twice a month, but it seems like alot at times. I used to have alot more of them.

    Meh whatever, seems like I'm moaning, I'm not really, the physical problems don't bug me anywhere near as much as the PTSD, but some days I do want to put my head through the wall 'cause it can be really frustrating having these physical problems and not being able to talk to my friends about it 'cause you don't want them to worry and don't want them to feel bad. When I was studying the tutor was great as I'd told her and she'd give me space when I was having a really bad day. But whatever.  Roll Eyes

    I'm so sorry for what you've been through Lynna, I read about your accident somewhere else on the forum and felt so sad for you and wished I could've been there to hold your hand at the time  Cry, I've never been in a car-accident but I do empathize as I do know what physical trauma is like, you are such a strong person and I wish I knew you in real life.  Smiley far away hug far away hug far away hug
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #45 - May 16, 2012, 08:58 PM

    Da_Dude you have been through so much far away hug  far away hug
    You just cope so well and are so strong. I hope you continue to go from strength to strength because if anybody deserves it it's people like you. Amidst everything you even stop to think about your friends worrying about you hugs
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #46 - May 16, 2012, 09:12 PM

    Today is one of those days when you wake up and feel the pain of the world, the sadness that runs through human existence, the trauma of generations. I try to shut it off, to not feel, but you see it on the tv, when the ads come on and you see the cheerful happy upbeat ones and you wonder what pain each person feels but does not relay. You know that most of them would've been through something horrible, something painful, something traumatic. Loved ones dead. Rape. Torture. Assault. Verbal abuse. Estrangement from loved ones. War. Health problems. Depression. Watching a loved one suffer. An accident.

    Why I let myself torture myself in this way I'll never know, I've tried to shut off from it all but I'm failing, miserably.

    I hate the world and all the pain in it, I hate human beings for the pain they inflict on others, I hate that people hurt, and at the same time I love the world for all it's beauty and joy and the idiosyncrasies that make up being human. I love it that people are different, that people have so many different shades of being, of existing. The different types of humour, the different ways people's brains work, how some are really good at talking to people and others are much more comfortable sitting in their room making a model train. I love it how we are creative and I love that there are people out there who just love to philosophize everything to death. I love the way people smile and their eyes crinkle up or not. I love it that as humans we can feel what others feel, and that when someone yawns it creates a domino effect to all who've seen or heard it. I love it how some people will yawn simply 'cause you've said the word "yawn".

    I love it that we are biological creatures, that we are products of our both nurture and nature. I love the amazing potential we have as human beings for so much joy and love and empathy. But at the same time, I hate being human, I hate the destruction we are capable of, I hate what people do to each other, I hate watching the destruction that a sole person can wreak in the lives of many others, I hate the domino effect, that very same domino effect that can do so much good can also hurt so many generation after generation. I hate it that people blame their bad actions on the bad things that's been done to them, not realizing or refusing to accept that as a person we each have the choice as to what we will do with what we have in life, what we will do with our pain and misery and suffering. I hate it when a perpetrator of domestic violence says that his/her father/mother is to blame 'cause I feel like they have no excuse for their actions. I hate it 'cause that person probably has a point, they probably do do what they do 'cause their father/mother did it. And I hate myself for being so bloody self-righteous for feeling like "well they shouldn't do it 'cause each person has a choice and they've chosen to hurt someone else and being hurt as a child doesn't excuse that sort of behaviour". I hate being me, I hate my thoughts and feelings, 'cause there is no rhyme or reason for this earth, there is no explanation for anything. I hate, hate hate hate hate hate hate. And I hate myself for feeling hate.

    I hate humanity but love it at the same time.

    I hate mornings like this morning when I wake up and feel like a blathering idiot, rambling on a subject that is simply too big and too hard to really understand or come to any real logical conclusion. But I love it that humanity has the ability to rize up from horrible circumstances and make lemonade out of lemons. I love it that we aren't rational and that we are emotional complicated beings, but at the same time, I hate humanity for those very same reasons.

    Whatever is wrong with me for being this way, I do not know. I can only conclude that I am an irrational emotional insignificant being who's brain tries to understand the meaning of it all. Tries to understand something that can never be understood.

    I love and I hate.

    I love the way people feel excitement. When they go to a footy thinga-magig whatever you call it, they rise up and cheer for their team. I love it that people feel, that people dance and trance and have deep emotional connections. I love it that people love, that for whatever reasons two or more people can come together and share. I love it that we are not alone even when we feel alone. I love the deep emotions that music can bring out in people, and I love that art can do the same.

    I love it that as people we can express how we feel, and that at the same time that another person might not understand it, that the chain in communication on whatever level might be broken and we have our own piece of expression to cherish as sacred and solely for ourselves to know. I love it that as human beings we are curious, that secret chambers and boxes still fascinate many adults, as evidenced by such things revealed in various films, that makes one want to reach out and open that door or find out what's inside.

    I love it that by in large we care for our young, and I hate it that there are those, far too many people out there who do not care for their young and who will prey and hurt those whose existence is new. I don't understand why people hurt the young, and hate it, hate it, hate it, hate it. I love the brand-newness of a child, and how they are trying to work it all out as their brain slowly unpacks and develops. At the same time, I hate it that people can destroy that. That children can have their whole world views turned into mistrust and hate and hurt. I hate it that people can hurt children and get away with it.

    I love that my children are individuals and I'm excited to watch them growing up and seeing who they are and who they decide to create themselves into and be. I hate all the pain that I know awaits them as they grow up. The pain of human existence, the pain that humans inflict on each other. I hate it that they are likely to have their hearts broken when they experience love and connection with other people, and hate it that I can't do anything to stop it. I love watching my children make friends at school, and hate it when they come home in tears 'cause a child or group of children have excluded or gone out of their way to hurt my children. I hate it that even as children they already experience the hate that adults create and pass onto their children which they then pass onto other children. I hate it that I can't protect them from pain, but at the same time I love all the joys and happiness they experience and will experience as they get older. I hate it that I already worry that my children might get into abusive relationships when they grow up, and hate it that I'm not as good a parent as I want to be. I hate all my inadequacies, and inabilities. But at the same time I love it that I can do for my children and give them the child hood I never got to have, and that my children will never fully understand or experience the utter sadness and pain that I did as a child. I love it that I can accept my children for who they are and not try to turn them into what I want, I love it that I can break the cycle and create something better for my children and if they decide to have children when they grow up (which I've told my daughter that she doesn't have to have kids if she doesn't want to, that it's her choice) hopefully they'll pass it down and accept their children.

    I love it that one day my children will fly the nest and make wonderful lives of their own and that one day they won't want me to be part of every aspect of their lives because they will be too busy creating and molding their own path. I love it that I'm here for the beginning of it and that they will take over and I will get to watch them fly.

    I hate it that I feel, I hate hating and I love loving.

    I hate and I love. And I do not understand. As I said to my mother when I was a teenager, at the age of 14 I think, "I wish I could be a vegetable, I wish I could just function in this life and not feel, the world hurts too much." But I would not trade the joys I've felt since my freedom, the joys and love I feel every day now, those joys I never or rarely experienced before my escape. The love does out-weigh the hate, the joy does out-weigh the low, and even though the sadness is there, the happiness and joy is worth wading through it. The pain of human existence is and can be crushed beneath joy and peace and happiness, and love. It really is worth it, I do know that now.

     Cheesy Crazy ramblings of a crazy woman.  Tongue I feel like the crazy cat lady in the Simpsons (or American Dad? not sure which cartoon it's in  Huh?).
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #47 - May 16, 2012, 09:16 PM

    Da_Dude you have been through so much far away hug  far away hug
    You just cope so well and are so strong. I hope you continue to go from strength to strength because if anybody deserves it it's people like you. Amidst everything you even stop to think about your friends worrying about you hugs


    Thanks Azuremist for the hugs and the comment, it's life, and with life we must go on, what doesn't kill us will make us stronger, least that's one of the mottos I live by. Sometimes I don't think I'm coping too well, but I'm trying and I guess that's the main thing.
    I hope where-ever you are that your day is a good one.  far away hug Smiley
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Musli
     Reply #48 - May 17, 2012, 11:33 AM

    You are wonderful Da_Dude!
    It is difficult to try to medicate when you feel a headache coming on. Most people resist taking medications at very first sign. Most people minimize the symptoms they experience. There is a trend now in the US  to put migraine sufferers and people with traumatic brain injury headaches on daily maintenance medications. This is want really helped me. My maintenance medication is actually classified as a seizure med. So in a way it double helps with both seizures  anwd headaches. Please follow up with your seizures. Depending on various factors each time you have a seizure you could be damaging your brain. It's difficult some days I only feel like I can handle living through that day. I think I have done a great thing to survive today and I'm asked do so much more. Hang in there you are not insignificant nor are your feeling or the thing you think about.  


          Big hug          



    If at first you succeed...try something harder.

    Failing isn't falling down. Failing is not getting back up again.
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #49 - May 18, 2012, 06:26 AM

     far away hug

    ***~Church is where bad people go to hide~***
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #50 - May 19, 2012, 07:55 AM

    You are wonderful Da_Dude!
    It is difficult to try to medicate when you feel a headache coming on. Most people resist taking medications at very first sign. Most people minimize the symptoms they experience. There is a trend now in the US  to put migraine sufferers and people with traumatic brain injury headaches on daily maintenance medications. This is want really helped me. My maintenance medication is actually classified as a seizure med. So in a way it double helps with both seizures  anwd headaches. Please follow up with your seizures. Depending on various factors each time you have a seizure you could be damaging your brain. It's difficult some days I only feel like I can handle living through that day. I think I have done a great thing to survive today and I'm asked do so much more. Hang in there you are not insignificant nor are your feeling or the thing you think about.  


          Big hug          




    Thanks Lynna, my appointment at the hospital is next month, so will see what the neuro-specialist whatever they are called recommends in way of medication. They were supposed to send a letter to both my doctor and psychiatrist to confirm the medications I'm already on to make sure whatever they recommend is ok mixing with what I'm taking atm, but apparently they haven't, so guess I will have to take my prescriptions in with me for them to see at the next appointment. I don't understand their different systems at all, when they have computers and the ability to send each other emails and share files etc... don't understand why it's all so disjointed and a mess.

    I get tired of all the disjointedness of the the healthcare system, was talking about it with a friend just the other day, he's annoyed because the hospital hasn't sent his doctor a letter and he's tried to follow up with it and they say that they are going to do it but never do, so that it takes ages for his doctor to know what's happening. With me, had the hospital loose my x-rays once before and had to go get them done again, and had the hospital forget to update my file which meant that the next maxillo-facial surgeon I saw had to chase the paperwork down, and then my doctor forgot to write a letter to my psychiatrist stating what pain-meds I'm on, which meant that the psychiatrist had to send another letter to the doctor, and the psychiatrist got a letter from the hospital stating what meds had been recommended to my doctor so that it wouldn't interfere with my psych meds etc... etc... etc... I find I have to follow up and follow up again with the doctor, and psychiatrist, and maxillo-facial surgeon (which ever is on my case at any given time), and the neuro-whatever they call it. It's like a merry-go-round only not so merry.  Cheesy  Tongue

    I didn't realize that seizures can do damage to the brain, no one bothered to tell me that. Might go on a hunt for internet resources regarding that, do my research and bring it up at my next hospital appointment. Thanks for letting me know about that, I'd rather be safe than sorry.  Afro

    Will let you know how I go.  grin12

    You sound like you manage really well considering all that you have to deal with Lynna, gives me hope that I can get through too.  Smiley

    Thanks Sakura02 for the hugs  grin12

  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #51 - May 24, 2012, 03:31 AM

    So guys, thought I'd post some of the stuff I've been doing over the months to keep me busy.

    I'm only just now really getting on my feet with things again. Back when I was in ________ before my X found us again and tried to do a break and enter on the place we were living at and were transported by police and child-protection far away to a new location where we are now, my place was beautiful, I'd put so much work into making my home a home. During the being relocated to where we are now, I lost almost every except what I could pack into 4 suitcases. It was heart-breaking and I kind of gave up trying. When we first moved here to our new location we were in a refuge for four months, then moved into our own place, and it took almost a year and a half after we moved into the place we are in now for me to finally go, "Ok, it's time for me to start making our home a home and stop feeling sorry for yourself. For that year and a half before I got my act together in regards to making our home a home again, I couldn't be bothered, we'd lost so much in having to move so far, and I felt like there was no point in working so hard when there is always the risk that he could find us again and loosing everything again.

    Sigh, boy did I waste alot of time being not-bothered. I was glad that we'd gotten out alive and ok, but still, it was so hard to start all over again, AGAIN.

    So I've spent the last 6 months or so rebuilding our sanctuary, making our home a home. This time I didn't have the drive I had the last time, as previously it had been adrenaline that had kept me going moment to moment. I lived every moment as though it was our last, but this time around with rebuilding our lives, the adrenaline I lived on for years had largely been dissipating as the threat of us being found is no longer as high and I can live now knowing that there is a very good chance that he might not ever find us again. Well here's hoping *crossing fingers*.

    I've done little baby steps towards making our home a home, I try to do one thing a night to better our lives/our home etc...

    Back in _______ where we lived before, I had plants everywhere inside the house and gardened the outside gardens. When I lived in ________, I was determined to have as much nature around us as possible, as it was just one of the things that had me and the kids had been deprived of when living with the X. So I had plants everywhere, in the bathroom, in my bedroom, in the loungeroom, on the window sills etc...

    It was just one of the aspects of living with the X that was really hard, and it's so insignificant I know, but plants are important to me, and when I was with my X I was badly deprived of nature and plants. I wasn't allowed to buy any for inside the house and wasn't allowed to go out onto the balconey, and he had the rule that the curtains and blinds (curtains were in front of the blinds) had to be closed at all times. I got vitamin D deficiency when with him due to the fact that I never got any sun on my skin. But I longed for plants and flowers, it was just one small thing that I desperately longed for for years.

    So the last 6 months, I've been slowly rebuilding our plant situation.





    I have another three plants that I have that aren't in the above photos, one is looking very sad as all the leaves have died but the flowers have come back, another is a fern that is doing beautifully, and another is some Madagascan plant that has beautiful blue and white flowers.

    I also have a love for statues, which goes back to my childhood and unfortunately wasn't able to fulfill until after I left my X. In _________ where we lived before I had a large collection of statues, that of graceful beautiful women and their children in beautiful poses. Today I have only one that I bought about a year ago. I hope to add to the collection and get many more. For some reason they make me really happy.

    I've put new curtains up in the last 3 months, they are beautiful silky sheer browns, much nicer than the garbled jibberish coloured mess of curtains that were up when I moved in. I hope to put move curtains up in the other rooms when I have the money to get more.

    I've furnished the kids room, bought cuboards and baskets for their toys. I got them new bed-spreads for christmas as we'd had the old worn ones I'd bought from an op-shop when we moved in here. A Ben10 one for my son and a Bratz one for my daughter. And today I bought a flat screen tv and a dvd player from a second hand store for $70 to put in the kids room so that they can watch tv on a saturday morning when I want to sleep in. So exciting! I'm so happy about it, have been waiting for months to buy them a tv and dvd player, and it's finally happened.

    In _______ I had kids wall stickers in the kid's bedrooms, and when we moved into our own house out of the refuge here, I didn't have the money or the heart to bother, but now I'm planning on doing it again, have to go out and find the right ones... and bann my son from peeling them off the wall lol!

    I've recently got a new vacuum cleaner, as my old one that the refuge gave us when we moved into our own place had long since broken. I'd duct-taped it and tried to find new parts to it, but to no avail, it just kept breaking and getting worse and I've spent almost two years on my hands and knees vacuuming. So when a friend told me a few weeks ago that they were buying a new vacuum cleaner, would I like to buy theirs, I was like, Hell yeah!

    I've gotten a microwave in the last 3 months, a popcorn maker, new plates that were on special, fixed my coffee table that had broken and many other things. It's great to finally be able to say that life is improving and I'm resting easier at nights knowing that hopefully we'll be safe for good.

    I want to decoupage the dining table and chairs, like I'd done with an old set that had been badly graffiti-ed when were living back in _________.  Seriously, it was a work of art, I loved it and had quite a few people ask to buy it off of me, but I refused as I'd put so much work into it. Unfortunately it's gone with the rest of the things I made/bought/grown etc... back there, but that's life for you I guess. Least we got out safety and he didn't have a chance to hurt us due to a quick thinking neighbour who called the cops, who in turn took us to the local refuge and organized for us to be relocated hours away.

    These are pics of a mural I did for a friend's kid's bedroom awhile back. They aren't updated photos as I've done more work on the mural since taking these pics and fixed a number of errors I'd made when painting it, but I haven't had a chance to photograph the finished product.





























    And here's a pic of a boat I've been building, so much fun and so fiddly. I only work on it when I've got chronic insomnia as it's something that I can't work on around the kids as they want to touch and aren't allowed to, and it's great for filling in the seemingly endless hours when you can't sleep and feel like a zombie. For some reason doing things with my hands seems to calm me down. I've done more since this part of the making of the boat, but I need to go get it out of the cupboard to take a photo of it and can't be bothered right now.



    I have other pics of stuff I've done/am working on, but they are all on a usb stick that is somewhere around but not sure exactly where. When I find it will post some more pics up of things I'm doing/working on.

    My goals for the next couple of months are:

    Spend lots more quality time with the kids, go to the markets, take the kids to the movies 'bout once a month, work on their craft projects with them, keep helping them with their extra-curricular activities, cook with them even though I hate cooking with them (so much drama when it comes to cooking with them), play, have fun and enjoy their company.

    Go to uni for the degree I'm planning on working on for the next couple of years instead of doing the other one I was working on but is too triggering for me at the moment.

    Finish the projects I'm working on at the moment. Specifically finish the bloody quilt I've been making for the last 2 years.

    Buy a little fishy or two (I love fish) AGAIN.

    Buy some love birds.

    Get a new washing machine as the one I currently have is broken and I've been washing by hand.

    More plants, more gardening, get the garden outside to be bloody green instead of dead plants everywhere that uproot ever time due it never having been properly gardened before.

    Make my bedroom nice for a change instead of it being the dumping ground for pretty much everything.

    Get a second hand tv for my bedroom.

    Save enough for another rental bond in case we have to move again.

    Get a fucking toaster for fucks sake, grilling bread is no fun!

    Cut down smoking to no more than 2 packs a week. This pack a day thing just has to go!

    Buy wall stickers for the kid's bedroom.

    Do some portraights of the kids for fuck's sake, stop procrastinating on it 'cause they are getting older as you waist your time doing other things and it will be great to be able to give them pics you've painted of them when they grow up and move away, so fucking get off your butt and start painting pics of them woman!

    Bake deserts one day a week. For fucks sake, where is your motivation? You know you love cooking, so why the fuck haven't you baked anything lately?

    Read to the kids every night from the Chronicles of Narnia instead of just reading those short little picture books, stop being lazy and read what they want you to read. It's not that hard to read a chapter a night is it? They've been bugging you to do it for the last 3 weeks now, so fucking do it!
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #52 - May 24, 2012, 03:37 AM

    Cool stuff. The mural is pretty groovy. Smiley

    Devious, treacherous, murderous, neanderthal, sub-human of the West. bunny
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #53 - May 24, 2012, 03:47 AM

    Thanks Os!  Afro Smiley
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #54 - May 24, 2012, 03:54 AM

    I have to build a boat soon. Been procrastinating about it too long.

    Devious, treacherous, murderous, neanderthal, sub-human of the West. bunny
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #55 - May 24, 2012, 04:25 AM

    Really? Do you like that sort of thing too? Cool!  Afro dance

    It's seriously fun stuff, takes forever, but is well worth the effort.

    I get tired of people saying to me, "But you're a girl! Guys build boats, not girls."  Cheesy

    The boat I'm building is a San Francisco II Galeon S.XVI. I can't wait 'till I'm almost finished and can sew the sails and attach them.

    I want to build a ship in a bottle too, but haven't been able to find much information on doing it... Wish there was a club for model ship building in my area. I've only met one other person who builds ships too, and he's given me a few tips that have been really helpful. I've gotten most of my info online.
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #56 - May 24, 2012, 04:34 AM

    I want to build a real one. 4.6 metres long. Smiley

    Models are really fiddly. They're almost as much work as one you can use.

    Devious, treacherous, murderous, neanderthal, sub-human of the West. bunny
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #57 - May 24, 2012, 04:42 AM

    Cool! That sounds awesome Os! Have you got the materials yet? Are you going to make one from scratch or renovate an old one?

    I have a neighbour who has an old boat that he's planning on renovating. I so wish I had the space to be able to do that. Making/building/renovating things is fun and it's great when it's a practical project as well.

    Do you like fishing or going out on the water? Would it be a little dingy or more like a yacht or what?
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #58 - May 24, 2012, 04:45 AM

    It'll be a rowing boat. I like rowing. Find it very relaxing, and it should stop my tummy getting bigger. It's currently planning on taking over, and must be stopped. Nip it in the bud before it gets delusions of grandeur. yes

    I'll build the boat from scratch. Haven't got the plywood yet but there's not a lot in it. I have some cedar that I can use for framing. The whole thing should come in under 30 kg.

    Devious, treacherous, murderous, neanderthal, sub-human of the West. bunny
  • Re: Broken Birdie Flying - Blog of this Ex-Muslim
     Reply #59 - May 24, 2012, 05:43 AM

    It's great that you are so busy and creative. The mural is a treat  Afro
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