50 Facts About Me

My laptop has died, I'm still ill & Z man is still ill. You don't want to hear reruns of fevers and doctors visits, so I thought I would steal an idea that is swarming the blogging world at the moment. 

Thanks to Woogsworld, Cupcakes Frock and Pink & Diary of a Girl Abroad, in particular for starting the trend.

50 Random Facts about Trini

1. I am 33 years old
2. My eyes change between blue & green depending what I wear and my mood
3. I'm hyperflexible (sooo not as cool as it sounds)
4. Am allergic to Strawberries
5. Secretly love Chabby Chic, but own nothing of the sort
6. Not so secretly love Teen Feel Good flicks
7. In contrast, also love a good thriller
8. I was born in Paraguay
9. I am the second eldest of four
10. I did a 30 sec spot on Heartbreak High where I played a junkie
11. I used to Ballroom dance
12. I could spend all day home-wares shopping
13. I dislike clothes shopping
14. I HATE shoe shopping
15. I suffer from Patella Subluxation (kneecap dislocates spontaneously)
16. Came 2nd in a statewide fashion design competition
17. I have four gorgeous and extremely different children
18. I Love Elephants
19. Prefer Savory over Sweet
20. Can count all the pedicures I've had on one hand (or foot as you may)
21. Have never being skiing
22. More a bloke's girl than a girl's girl
23. Arnica is my secret weapon
24. When younger, I wanted to run an orphanage when I grew up
25. Since having babies, I cry whenever I see others cry, regardless of context (or even if I have no clue what the context is)
26. I cannot drink beer since the huge night in Uni
27. I battle with anxiety and depression
28. I have NEVER ever waxed
29. I have had my mouth washed out with soap for calling my sister a bitch
30. Cricket bores me (I have tried)
31. I love my Apple products (even with the issues at the moment)
32. I do not play tennis
33. I survived an attempted sexual assault
34. I can do anything creative that is thrown at me
35. I have no interest in doing a triathlon
36. 13 & 14 give me anxiety attacks
37. I think about my dad every day
38. Find it hard to say no
39. I married my best friend
40. My man makes me laugh every day
41. I played Juliet in year twelve and aspired to be an actor
42. Am very loyal to those I love
43. Cannot live without my strong blacks in the morning!
44. I am the one to put the furniture together and hang the pictures in our house
45. I can & love decorating a cake
46. Love Dim Sum Sundays with the kids
47. Only bones I have broken are toes (3)
48. Still check to see if all my kids are breathing before I go to bed
49. Would love to own a darkroom one day
50. I love throwing parties!
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Our Hearts are with you

Simply, I don't have the words...

We are watching from afar, and floored by the devastation!

So to all my Family, dear Friends  & new Blogger Friends in Queensland, please be safe!

xxxx

How our bodies deal

I've been through hell in the last few weeks with various different illnesses (and now my eyes are watering with hay fever... arghh.. can't catch a break!)

So as illness is consuming my life at the moment, I'm curious....

What are you like when you are ill?

Me, I usually plow through unless I'm insanely sick. This usually means that I take longer to get over what I get.
D rarely gets ill, in the 12 years I've known him, think he's taken 3 sick dys (when he is ill though.... he is a typical boy - - no-one has ever felt as sick as he feels)

Not sure how S deals really - - not yet. S takes after her father in the fact that she rarely gets ill. She has had two (count ‘em TWO) fevers in her whole life - not bad for a seven year old. One was after her Rubella injection at 15 months and the other was about a week before school broke up last year. Occasional runny noses and slight coughs.... but she keeps on going.

J is the Polar opposite. He gets fevers for EVERYTHING! To the point I don't get too worried if just a fever is involved. Unfortunately J was found to have an allergy to paracetamol at a very early age, which apparently tends to get worse with age (don't want to test that theory), so he gets a mixture of ibuprofen (which he gets nightmares with) and Voltaren. Weirdly enough he is also allergic to his own snot. Yes you heard me right....snot.
Thankfully I have managed to train him to blow his nose properly... but this is the kid that loves being filthy, he has one spoonful of yoghurt and it's everywhere, on his clothes, in his hair on the table, don't know how he gets any in his stomach! From a young age, if he had a runny nose, he would wipe it with his arm right, which ran it across his cheek. His skin reacts so badly, his nose his cheeks (and whatever else touches) would get a severe rash. But regardless what is wrong with him, he is a flaker. He goes flat, beaten by whatever illness has grabbed him and pathetic...

L is a vomiter. He is like clockwork. Once he starts you can clock him 6 hours from start to finish. If he starts just before bedtime, I know it's going to be a looooong night - guaranteed. He's one tough cookee... my his stomach can be a little sensitive (funny since he eats everything and he is an expat baby eating...he should have an iron gut) and if something doesn't sit quite right... up it comes. I don't think I've ever know him to throw up just once, it's always once he starts on it goes. Thankfully he is not like his older brother, not quite so keen on being filthy and has perfect aim into a bowl.  It's only when a fever accompanies, I know it's serious. Spirit wise, he is a roller-coaster. Upbeat, but goes flat about 45 mins or so before his next hurl.

Z is awesome. He continues to be so in every aspect of his personality. If you just watched him, listened to him - - you would have no idea he was running a 39.8 temperature. This morning I woke (at 7:50am!) to the first of my children waking up talking to his teddy. Was telling  teddy "Oh no bear, look wet... uh oh!" I walked into his room to found that he had thrown up all over his bedsheets. 'Oh Mumma, what a mess! So wet! Clean Peeease!" I picked him up and he giggled, pointing to his bed 'Oh what a mess' I gave him a cuddle and thought maybe he was a little warm due to having just woken up (all my boys are hot sleepers) I take his temp and find he is running 39.8. Let's have some medicine buddy. Then I pulled him into bed with D & Me, waiting for the others to wake up where he just talked my ear off. His temp has been up and down all day, appetite not really there, but just as happy and giggly as ever. It’s probably going to be a long night, as it is a high fever, but he is the happiest little sick guy and the smiles and love I get when I wake him to give him medicine is just precious. 
(The above photo is just before bed tonight, waiting for his temperature to go down before i put him down, cuddling me)
Every one of my babes is completely different, not just in their personalities, but how they deal with the obstacles. I love their differences - have to say it keeps me on my toes!

xxxx