Halloween...

Trick-or-treating is the non-consensual Americanisation of my life... (as is my iPhones auto correct putting a 'z' in the word Americanisation)...

And its times like these I need a twitter account...



Having said that, I am totally looking forward to the pole dancing halloween party I am attending this weekend :D

Much love,
D.

Photo courtesy of Robert Engberg, you can find his Flickr stream here.

The body is a funny thing...

At 8pm this evening I woke up after a 2 and a half hour nap exhausted and desperate to go to the bathroom but thankfully without the all consuming headache that had plagued me as I crawled onto my bed and buried myself in its mountain of pillows.

It was only a head ache, so in some ways I am grateful, to who I cant really say. I have had worse, much worse in recent months. Migraines so severe I cant sleep, that see me curled up in a fetal position on the couch clutching at my head to relieve the pressure and trying not to move or hunched over the toilet bowl with fingers down my throat in a desperate attempt to relieve the nausea or naked, crying pitiful tears of resignation in the shower surrounded by remnants of my own vomit because I dont have the energy or motivation to move and at least the crying creates a different sort of pressure if only temporarily.

Mum and I semi joke that at these times if I were admitted to an emergency room I would appear to be some sort of drug addict.

Eventually with some sort of intervention the symptoms recede enough to permit an escape to sleep. The next morning however, while the severe symptoms are gone what remains is a fog of lethargy and light headed ness that makes me personally not feel safe enough to drive and generally requires another afternoon nap. I generally don't feel well again for about 36 hours after the migraine begins.

This time though it was only a headache. You know how I can tell? I took some nurofen and went to sleep and a) actually got to sleep and b) when I woke up it was gone. So even though part of me feels like that was a waste of a perfectly beautiful afternoon it was by comparison quite a productive one.

I write this not to gross anyone out but to remind myself what's going on.

The migraines started about 6 months ago when I decided to go back on a form of hormonal contraception that I had used without issue before. At the time (and even now) this decision was made not for reasons of birth control but because I had noticed that if at time approximately consistent with the third week of my menstrual cycle I participated in any form of strenuous cardiovascular exercise (mostly running or bike riding) I would develop these strange cramp like symptoms that came in waves, feel really hot and sick and most times be forced to discontinue whatever I was doing and wait for it to pass. Only sometimes this would take longer than others and my incapacitation during these times made me feel unsafe (especially as to my mothers and aunts chagrin I have a habit of going running in the middle of the night). Because of the timing we (being my medical team of mum + impartial GP + myself) suspected it might be caused by hormonal progesterone fluctuations and decided to test this theory using hormonal contraception.

Since then the original symptoms have stopped (so it worked!) and/but I can pretty much calculate to the day when I am going to be fighting back some sort of mind altering pain. So far I've had times when I needed nausia injections to stop the vomiting. I've tried migraine medication but for the most part tablets don't seem to work because my stomach is the first organ to shut down and I have yet to have a need to try the nasal spray; I've been having physiotherapy on my neck in the hope that releasing the pressure there will reduce the frequency and severity of the pain (which seems to be doing a lot of good) and I have ehem - other - types of medication not absorbed through the stomach as a fall back option for the nausia.

At this point I would go out on a limb and say that the solution has/is causing more problems than the original presenting issue not to mention the financial cost involved in not only the contraception but also all of the additional medications involved in suppressing the migrane side effects (I tell you they are not cheap!) and I would dump it in a second except that - although not necessary at the moment - hormonal contraception is so significantly more effective at preventing unwanted pregnancies than any other barrier type methods of contraception... And I really, if I can help it, don't want to be faced with an unplanned pregnancy (although I'll let you know that there are times when my head is screaming at me when the balance of my decision starts tipping in the other direction). And so considering my current life stage, now seems as good a time as any - possibly the best time to sort this stuff out.

So I am working with my understandably frustrated GP who when presented with the problem has to hear me say things like "well I don't feel comfortable trying implanon because I pole dance and so a lot of pressure gets out on my arm in the area it would be implanted and I'm not sure what sort of damage that little piece of plastic could do" and "well see my problem with the pill is that I know myself and I am terrible at remembering to do things ate the same time every day, even with reminders in my phone" and "the I fear what would happen if I had an adverse effect to the injection" (which admittedly she agreed with) and my GP herself doesn't want to put an IUD in someone like myself who hasn't had kids. So that leaves... Well as I said, we are working on that.

My point being, that today I only had a headache :D

Much love,
D.

I'm Back!

Oh dear, it has been two years and two months since my last confession. So much has changed (eg blogger's editing page has been totally google-efied to the point I am going to have to spend some time re-learning it) and yet so much is still the same. I don't even know where to start catching myself up.

So I won't.

Suffice to say that I have had a sudden impulse to start blogging again and while the idea of creating a whole new site for the whole new blogging me had its merit, I felt there was/is also a certain appeal to continuing my online publishing adventures right where they started. I am after all the same person (technically) in that I am functioning with the same brain (albeit a few years older) and the blog will essentially serve the same purpose.

Then again, did I ever really decide what kind of blog this was supposed to be? Maybe I do have a new purpose.

I don't claim to be an expert. On any subject. If the last year has done anything productive at all then it has burst that little bubble I used to convince myself I knew everything I needed to know. Well that's not quite right because I was well aware I didn't, know everything there was to know in the world; more like, I have questions now, questions that drive me to search for answers and even once I've found answers I try to be flexible enough to acknowledge that there may in fact be more.

I have found my wonder again.

So why back to the writing? I've been doing a lot of reading recently, and a lot of listening to blogs, and a lot of watching informative tv, and a lot more reading. So much new stuff, and it goes in one ear and out the other and all that's left is a sense of sense, or a sense of hey that's really true/profound/ I had never thought of it that way and now I wonder how anyone could possibly think otherwise/ I WANT TO REMEMBER THAT!

And I am developing FOF - fear of forgetting.

To remember, to understand, I need to write.

Silly as this might sound I realize am more consciously aware of the importance of all those annoying assignments they give you whilst your being 'educated'. It's like, when all you do is read or listen or watch its like eating junk food - the calories, the fat and the sugar are there so the brain sends out all these happy chemicals but the essential macro and micronutrients are missing, the calories are empty and the body is unsatisfied so it continues to crave more. So for me at least, information without the accompanying analysis and scrutiny that comes with writing about it is ultimately as un-satisfying as the empty calories associated with junk food.

I guess the point is that I need a forum in which I can scrutinize, study, analyze, group and better understand the information that I am constantly assaulting myself with. And I happen to be just egotistical enough to feel the need to publish my thoughts, ideas and conclusions to the public sphere where there is a chance someone might actually read it rather than leaving them as secret scribbles in my journal.

I'm back!

Darcy.

Sunday (rainday? can't-decide-what-the-hell-kind-of-weather-I-want-to-be-day!) ramblings

Today I am feeling a little lost. There is nothing much more I care to say on the matter, I just thought I should let you all know. But on another matter altogether…

Come closer it's a secret…

*insert a hushed version of the voice a tweenage girl would use when discussing Justin Bieber*

Yesterday whilst bike riding in centennial park I saw the most stunning, physically perfect example of the male belonging to the species (?) Homo Sapiens. I mean in all fairness such a being should not exist beyond movies and overly photoshopped magazine shoots.

Such chiselled abs, broad shoulders, sculpted arms, rippling back and oh!…. *eyes glaze over*

In all honesty I didn't even get a look at his face in the 30 or so seconds I had to ogle drool-over observe his fine form whilst zooming by on my bike, I was far to distracted by other details… and by the next time I made my way around the circuit he was gone *sigh*

Eddy says I should have crashed my bike on purpose to get a better look, and now that I think about it, that wasn't such a bad idea… all so I could share the account with you of course… for the betterment of humanity and the collective feminine fantasie of course ;-)

Just thought I should share.

D.

Some days I should just stay in bed...

There are two vastly different ways of looking at today:
1. I am very lucky
2. I am very unlucky...

Why, you may ask?


1. I got out of the house before 12pm on a Sunday and went into town to see a design exhibition in which the beautiful Bell had been a collaborator (10 points to the person who tells me why that sentence doesn't sound right - mum you don't count)

2. The gallery was closed because a member of staff was sick...

(The note sticky taped to the door)

1. This gave Eddy and myself ample time to go shoe shopping and we each proceeded to spend a chunk of our hard earned money

2. This gave Eddy and myself ample time to go shoe shopping and we each proceeded to spend a chunk of our hard earned money (it fits in both don't you think?)

(not the shoes I decided to buy but one that interested me none the less)

1. Shoes distract me from reality and send me to my happy place

2. Shoes distract me and so I forget that I left my phone on the couch on which I was sitting to try my shoes on.

1. A shop assistant was kind enough to point this out before we left.

(A completely unrelated photo that I had wanted to post a few months ago... this gives you some kind of idea of the type of crazy woman I looked like when working as an intern last summer)

1. After shopping there was even time to eat lunch!

2. I accidentally left my brand new shoes at the table we were eating at when we left...

1. The women who had been sitting next to us noticed and got a member of the cleaning staff to put them in a safe place for us, ie, I got them back :D

(Another unrelated photo I wanted to share... the greeting I received at work 2 weeks ago in recognition of the release of my final university semester results and therefore impending graduation! :-D)

2. I dropped my train ticket when on my way back to the station

1. I got it back too :D

The moral of the story? It would have been much safer for my belongings if I had never gotten out of bed this morning (bearing in mind that my DSLR was in my handbag the entire time) but those little green men must have been smiling on me today because I obviously had luck on my side.

Just thought I'd let you know.

D.

Another birthday another challenge...

Good evening, apologies for my recent neglect. There is no excuse except that I have been otherwise distracted with living life in the real world. So what have we here? Just a few photo's from Ava's "Alice in Wonderland" themed 21st birthday party! :-D

The beautiful birthday girl Ava (aka Alice) + cake

Poor Bell, she was dressed as the red queen (inspiration from this years movie adaptation of this timeless classic) and we just couldn't figure out how to get the white face paint to spread evenly... that and I forced her to do the whole bright blue eye shadow thing which quite hesitant/afraid of... and I'll admit that I basically had to tie her down to get it on... :-S... Sorry, but it was all in the name of the character and whilst I may enjoy taking photo's I am by no means a make-up artist.

Mum are you happy? I out a photo of me... I am the blue caterpillar after it has turned into a butterfly (and has gender reassignment I suppose).

Now Elvira is going to hate me for this one but it is on of my favourite shots. Look at how her hair looks like its on fire! But below is why I really started this post... Eddy, in my wings...

Now flick through the following two photo's 1, 2, 1, 2, 1,... this is how Eddy thinks her wings should flap so she can fly... the video has me crying of laughter but unfortunately I don't have a copy of it so you will have to use your imaginations... 1, 2, 1, 2, ...

:-D

Much love, 

Darcy...

The End.

Ramblings, and a journey from London to Amsterdam...

So, its been rather cold this week here in sunny Sydney. Even had the coldest morning in 67 years (or some-such, I read it in one of the weekend paper but can't remember which one, day or part so I'll just make up the details shall I?) and as I cannot just pick up my bags and travel overseas to a warmer climate due to the expiration of my passport and my laziness in applying for a new one (damn passports - who was the dolt that decided they should expire anyway?!) - doesn't my grasp of the English language just astound you sometimes :-P - we are taking another pictorial journey back in time to the Northern summer of 2009... London to Amsterdam...

Last week sometime Eddy and I were scouting out dvd's to rent (due to the appalling choices available in the cinemas this winter) at our local Civic. Here's what went down...

Eddy: *spots a tittle from the distance and calls out the name*

Darcy: Oh yeah I know that one, its got what's-her-face in it, you know, ahh... blondies ex-husbands ex-girlfriend *looks towards Eddy for a sign of comprehension, confident in her own descriptive prowess*

Eddy: *Blank, confused, brows crease*

Darcy: What?!

Eddy: *Walks over to the cover, squints at the tittle and reads the name for herself. Then physically and verbally abuses Darcy for no apparent reason*  

Meanwhile, at another time, in another part of town, I had a sudden lightbulb moment...

After being physically abused by Eddy in the name of her honours thesis, I decided that my body deserved a massage (okay so maybe thats not exactly how this turn of events happened but bare with me here). Apparently these days when you go for a massage, they get you to fill out some kind of health form.

I has all the usual questions; name, birthday, address, medical history... occupation... :-S

*light bulb*

I no longer have an occupation... I'm not a student anymore!!! 

:'(