Pop Goes the Feasible...

Help.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Fri, 03 May 2013 10:47:15 PDT

I can not do a vast number of household chores in one day or even a week because of my stupid health problems. I do what I can when I can, and I never feel it is enough. There is always something to do and I am not always able to it. Some days, I feel I can do a lot more than others; the "other" days might involve me laying on the sofa unable to move. I never know. It's like Ovarian Bingo. This

Stamps.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Wed, 17 Apr 2013 17:13:22 PDT

Colourful stickers Have travelled the planet On parcels that journeyed From Moscow to Thanet. Letters from sweethearts Delivered and treasured Because one little label Enables such pleasure. Scientists' discoveries, Seasonal flowers, War leaders' triumphs, Hurriedly devoured By passionate people With a penchant for detail, Searching for gold dust In auctions and retail. Millennium, Christmas,

Listen.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Wed, 17 Apr 2013 12:30:31 PDT

Upon opening the front door, I heard a robin singing while the soothing and warm evening air swirled around me and caused me to close my eyes and breathe in and just listen. An almost perfect evening atmosphere. The kind where a walk is necessary. The kind where sitting in the garden and just... sitting... and listening, really listening to the myriad sounds, is the best and easiest thing to do,

You look well!

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Sat, 13 Apr 2013 13:26:48 PDT

NaPoWriMo 2013 - late poem. The curtains may be closed When you walk through the door, As you make your way to your job. My laying in bed until 9:53 Does not make me a slob. Pain so intense and so deep within me Still not numbed or held back Keep me from sleeping the hours I ought. Your assumptions from what? Conjecture and ignorance? Perhaps you should learn some forethought Because, when you

Travelling poetry bag shops.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Wed, 10 Apr 2013 18:21:48 PDT

Travelling poetry bag shops - I don't think I've seen one before. Often I've wondered How poetry travels, Steam train or maybe Concorde? Horse and carriage! Or pony and trap? Or stowed away on a goods-laden boat? Would it all be too heavy, All the letters and ink? Or would it all simply rise up and float? It may hover and circle, Hanging up high, Watching, resting, waiting. It might be sent

Daydreamer.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 15:43:57 PDT

NaPoWriMo 2013 - part five. Day five. Yay me. Etc.. Caffeine, crocheting, and codeine. Which one do I like the most? Caffeine keeps me awake, Crocheting keeps my hands active, Codeine keeps pain from making me shake From the burning, And piercing, And stabbing inside. I daydreamed, as a child, Of what I would do When I could work and drive, When I'd said, "Goodbye" to my youth. Alas, none of

Dead Happy.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Fri, 05 Apr 2013 15:00:36 PDT

NaPoWriMo 2013 - part four. Day five. Damn... Who wins When horses die After jumping hedges With the risk they'll lie Still and quiet, while The jockey gets up, And one of those people Will lift a cup, and The trainers get money, The gamblers get paid, But do gamblers care Where the horse is finally laid?

Nanopoem.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 15:21:52 PDT

NaPoWriMo 2013 - part three. Day three. Sweet peas And roses, Together In posies. Stuck with The posies By blankets And Rosie.

Another old yarn...

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Tue, 02 Apr 2013 12:21:05 PDT

NaPoWriMo 2013 - part two. Day two. Needles and hooks And wools and yarns Form flowers and stems And bring aches in my arms Crafting leaves of green And petals of pinks I need more caffeine! I must plan and think Of the rainbow delights In my scarf (with some glitter). It's a bit like The Doctor's... I'll debut it on twitter! My vow to complete it, And not leave it unfinished Remains a real

Regrets.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Tue, 02 Apr 2013 07:59:59 PDT

NaPoWriMo2013 - part one. On day two. Oops. I don't profess to be a poet, or to be capable of writing a poem with any skill or reverence. I loved doing the NaNoWriMo in 2011, and wanted to take part, again, last year but I didn't feel able to do it because of a certain Noristerat injection, which caused suicidal thoughts, along with the too-familiar depression and anxiety. It didn't help my

Something a little more Rosie...

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Wed, 20 Feb 2013 09:47:55 PST

With my jabs, I wondered if I'd be well enough to do some kind of work. After several days' continuous activities I can truthfully say, "No". Thursday was to my GP for the second jab, then off to do some food shopping; Friday was a walk to the shops; Saturday was another walk to the shops; Sunday was a drive to some shops, then along to the antiques and collectables fair; Monday was shlomping;

Suicidal due to endometriosis - an open letter to BBC health correspondents.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Mon, 03 Dec 2012 02:56:08 PST

Dear all, Please excuse the group addressing if this email. I contacted you a fair while ago about endometriosis, asking if you would consider covering it, showing how utterly devastatingand soul-destroying it can be. The awareness weeks are always in March. Three weeks ago today (Monday 3rd December), I put myself through a traumatic injection of Noristerat; I nearly passed out while feeling

Reviewing my options.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Wed, 03 Oct 2012 06:53:29 PDT

It's a little over two whole years since my first laparoscopy, and it'd been hoped that the pains I had before it would not reoccur as soon as they have. "Oh, bugger", you might say. "FUCKING HELLFIRE!" is what I said. Hardly different. I've been given Tramadol by my GP for the bad, terrible, awful pain - which says "hello" rather abruptly and burningly - for two or three days. So that's nice.

Dinosore

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Thu, 16 Aug 2012 07:47:17 PDT

The cool, refreshing breeze gently moved my messily-plaited hair, as I sat by the open window in the waiting room before I saw my pain psychologist. The lavender in the pretty garden just a few metres away provided a perfect view to gaze upon. The scent from the bobbing flowers found their way up my hayfeverishly stuffed-up nostrils. Bob Marley sang "I don't want to wait in vain" on the radio.

Etsy Supplements Artist?

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Sat, 28 Jul 2012 09:35:08 PDT

By law, I'm allowed to earn up to £95 per week while I'm paid ESA (Employment and Support Allowance) by the government. Ideally, I'd not claim anything from "The State" but, I am one of those human things with chronically life-altering health troubles, and I do have to live. And living does, for me, cost some money. Lately, I've done what I feared I would not be able to do: I have done Art.

Sod off, MURPHY.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Wed, 27 Jun 2012 11:46:35 PDT

The last thing I expected to happen with this post was for it to become the most read post on my entire blog. Ever. Of all time. Ever. It was all because I asked people on twitter to help me after it became clearer than the Crystal Maze that SOMEONE had taken my money by deception, when claiming to want to help me raise money for my Mission to Tell Cancer to Sod Off. Also known as #SodOffCancer

Help Lucy help charity

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Sat, 23 Jun 2012 08:54:18 PDT

Naivety isn't something any of us likes to admit to but I was when I started this fundraising lark. I had people sending me things, signed books, records, photos, CDs, posters. And there was someone who seemed so very helpful and eager to help. "Hooray!" I thought. Aren't people nice? Yes, they are. They can also be turds who take money "for postage costs" with a promise of sending stuff from

Crystal amazement

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Thu, 21 Jun 2012 15:22:21 PDT

When I stayed in London for a weekend to attend Lisa Lynch's Super Sweet 30th birthday party, it was a marker for an impressive "independence" achievement for me, despite that independence being fleeting, much as it is now, three years later. It was also the start of a slow-burning desire to exercise more and try to feel better about myself. The party was on a Saturday and, on the Sunday, I went

The Guest Blog Post

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Mon, 18 Jun 2012 05:03:02 PDT

Knowing how it feels to be unwell a lot of the time, or at least not great, is really quite rubbish. If you know someone who experiences similar or the same feelings, it's good. But still rubbish, because you know they suffer, too. When a friend (and my former home tutor) introduced me - by way of those postal letter things - to a girl call Lynsey (who she also tutored at home), none of us would

Spooning

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Mon, 11 Jun 2012 17:23:26 PDT

I often write very short lists of what I want to try to get done that current day or the next. I don't always do everything on the lists, but I remain firm in my belief that it's better to have those tasks on lists than not bother trying to do anything, or to have any aims, no matter how small they may be. Today's list: Ironing; 30mins Gym ball and/or Theraband; Bird food. The picture on the

Painting the nails red

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Sun, 10 Jun 2012 03:57:57 PDT

Friday was "Going Out" night for me. If you've been reading this blog for a while and/or know how my life is, you'll know I don't do going out at night, let alone in the daytime, save for doctor or hospital appointments, or a nice walk to the local shops. Following a few days of a less-bad-but-still-pretty-horrible-and-soul-depleting period, I spent a wholly wonderful and giggle-filled

Let's get physical!

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Fri, 18 May 2012 17:36:22 PDT

Visions of precarious pensioners huffing and puffing and heaving their way around treadmills and weights began to inhabit my thinking where, previously, quite reasonable notions existed. But hang on - I'm 30-years-old and have chronic pain, so where did those assumptions come from? And aren't they unfair? Well, yes. Of course they are. My pain management treatment with the hospital includes

Undateable

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Sat, 07 Apr 2012 16:16:50 PDT

Some television programmes have gained criticism before even being viewed, and The Undateables, on Channel 4, was no different. Apparently, it was tasteless, offensive, patronising, and crass. It wasn't, to my mind. I think it's easy for people to laugh at the title; I did, a little. The point of the programme was obvious to most people who watched it, I would like think: looking, behaving or

Anniversary Special

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Fri, 30 Mar 2012 15:28:53 PDT

It's easier to be the person having an operation than to be one of the people waiting for news. Today has not been difficult, as such, but it has been witness to some stress and concern. And yes, a bit of worry. My Mum is always worth the worry, of course. On Sunday 1st April, three entire years will have passed since Mum had her lumpectomy after being diagnosed with breast cancer mere weeks

Padding

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Tue, 27 Mar 2012 11:50:45 PDT

I was reacquainted with a different kind a pad yesterday. It wasn't the miserably familiar sanitary kind, but that of the paper variety. Cartridge paper. Daler-Rowney. Thirty pages, each 130g/m2. Pencils. Soft, hard, chalky, smudged, lines, shading. It took a lot for me to do it. It was a mental challenge. Physically, it was easy. But I'd not done it for such a long time, I wondered if I'd be