Deb xox

Hi.

Welcome to my new-ish blog.
I write about a mish-mash of things, whatever takes my fancy, when it takes my fancy. I am working on consistency though… 2022 is my year, right!

I don’t think I’m anyone special, I do love a good story though.
I firmly believe we all have various chapters in our lives that we progress through. We can’t skip pages, each one we turn reveals something new.

I just want to share some of my story without being a slave to providing content or trying to influence anyone about anything.
My opinions are my own and this is my experience, nothing more.

I try to read a lot, usually have music in the background, and I’ll break into spontaneous dance if the song is a good one.

I practice what I preach: kindness and coming from a place of love. I’m a gentle soul for the most part, working on self love, healing, and growth.

I’ve removed a lot of content from over the years giving the website a refresh, keeping things relevant, and building upon new knowledge and experiences

I hope you’ll stay for a bit and enjoy reading me.

Thank you.

Anaesthetic Injections

Anaesthetic Injections

For something different I'm starting over... again!

My injured left elbow has been able to get me on the pole for bits at a time, but mostly off the pole for the past 6 months. I've been having physiotherapy, doing home exercises, and things have just stagnated. Being the honest bunny I am, I will confess to you it was my mothers constant nagging that actually spurred me into action. I might be 48 but I can still piss and moan about my woes like any good teenager can, which in turn pisses off a parent who nags you until you take action. I'm just gonna call this the circle of love.

I went and saw the musculo-skeletal specialist GP she recommended, and I walked out having had two injections into my elbow. One right in the joint into the ligament area, and one into the top of my forearm muscle. My arms been aching since, not from the injection but because my muscles have adapted to being held in a state of constant tension, now they can't. The anaesthetic agent is forcing them to relax, and that stretching action, ouch!

The offending elbow, and inside the doc's treatment room.

The offending elbow, and inside the doc's treatment room.

So this week is all about minimising the use of my left arm, especially for anything requiring my hand to grip and my muscles to lift. It's hard because while I'm right hand dominant, my left is my stronger arm/grip. I keep catching myself and stopping, so far so good.

On the poling side of things my studio has commenced an eight week term today, and I got into the class I wanted, Pole Pleasures. This week will see me modify movements on the pole so that I'm not gripping and lifting, challenging times but the instructors are understanding and encouraging.

It's going to be good to get back, I've missed the social side of things, but I feel like I'm almost back to square one as far as fitness, strength, and flexibility go.

Perfect opportunity for me to document the process and let you read my suffering.

Isn't there a saying like, "Suffering shared is suffering halved", something like that, or is it,

"A whinge shared makes me feel better", you picking up a theme here.

Well here we go... week one, again.

Best Pole Shoes For Floorwork

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Goodbye Mick ...

Goodbye Mick ...