<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Pop Goes the Feasible...</title><description>Lucy -- a not-typical Essex "girl" and 30-something Artist -- witters on about the (probably) utterly useless tellings of current everyday life with her now-lone endometriosis-plagued ovary and ghostly ex-womb.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><pubDate>Sat, 24 Jan 2026 19:19:40 GMT</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/</link><language>en-us</language><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><item><title>Crosstown Traffic</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2018/08/crosstown-traffic_7.html</link><category>#wegohealthawards</category><category>depression</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>foo</category><category>hendrix</category><category>menopause</category><category>spoonie</category><category>wego</category><pubDate>Tue, 7 Aug 2018 22:21:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-7790142049060955622</guid><description>Sorry about that. Away for longer than I thought. Quoting Dave Grohl, traffic was a bitch...

Much stuff has happened since that last post in February of last year, not least my appalling memory allowing me an accidental break from blogging because I forgot to renew the domain on this little place. Oops.

And so, here I am, asking you to give up 6 seconds to endorse me via that giant Private </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbLd_9PKbCgm8G99HNo-y7MCC2LRxef7RV2nLRl63qh-OwpnMM0VA_rQXT4qMPs37ik5P9_mDzo6Bh09xWxGKkaG-gXuNlw_wQ8Hlk9L8LTDbMW0WjHiqHxs7lzSQo8x2ZlHB34O1QAgU/s72-c/2018-08-08+16.29.41.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>House of Pain.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2017/02/house-of-pain.html</link><category>chronic illness</category><category>chronic pain</category><category>codeine</category><category>depression</category><category>dihydrocodeine</category><category>dyschezia</category><category>endo</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>faceb</category><category>fibromyalgia</category><category>gynaecology</category><category>hysterectomy</category><category>infertile</category><category>infertility</category><category>sterilisation</category><category>twitter</category><category>womb</category><pubDate>Thu, 9 Feb 2017 23:02:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-7825001138894212073</guid><description>"It's really good", my GP said while nodding. "Not that you're in pain; the way you're talking about it." 


It was while we were discussing my changing pains, and how to deal with them, that my pelvis helpfully reminded me why I've started to take an extra daily dose of co-dydramol. Next month marks three years since my hysterectomy and, although it hasn't what might be called by some people a "</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiXoKixUFMB9kLA-2Vt4iyGg-7kN3PfK8gwSGQzEmreTO9xEnKw2ChVOdhsx0qQfqA9NpRLmv59WyxqiM84SiajSEb7ZSIlockEu623EIWRxZnDAJTGTzVRjxOl1H2dZO8tvALbQNswUI/s72-c/crumpets.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Balkan at change.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2016/07/balkan-at-change.html</link><category>anxiety</category><category>charity</category><category>chronic pain</category><category>depression</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>fibromyalgia</category><category>suicidal</category><category>volunteering</category><pubDate>Mon, 4 Jul 2016 16:52:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-9040023999654393487</guid><description>A thoroughly lovely neighbour had a sort through of some stuff last week, and what she didn't want was going to be given to our local Sue Ryder charity shop. Thoroughly Lovely Neighbour said that, if I wanted the Maritsa 30 typewriter and replacement ribbons among the selection of stuff, I was welcome to keep them. (I didn't just take in to my possession the typewriter and ribbons; I donated to </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmyRM86eXMCKQ6BsVOS5HUIgG376uTq4iXgHc06PrIGbDxOo__M5IUf06TIW2t555W0HvV8ELbrdFO0OAVwzw2zPEINLgbzZIPvXyz2AWptVCmsIdW-rF2oZ4ImaYTHt13Z65q2woBbk/s72-c/typewriter+2016-06-29+10.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Today.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2016/04/today.html</link><category>AlrightTit</category><category>aromasin</category><category>cancer</category><category>cancerversary</category><category>family</category><category>friends</category><category>Lisa Lynch</category><category>mastectomy</category><pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2016 15:53:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-7643690113128277862</guid><description>Cancer was the reason our lives were irreparably changed, seven years ago. And exactly seven year ago today was when my Mum had to have a mastectomy. 
A Sunnier, warmer day than today, it's still unforgettable, the sounds and smells of the ward still lingering in my senses' memory. Or my memory's senses. Or both. Whatever, it's all still there. It's still upsetting to think about. 
More </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Nan.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2016/01/nan.html</link><category>depression</category><category>grief</category><category>irish</category><category>London</category><category>loss</category><category>nan</category><pubDate>Tue, 5 Jan 2016 20:19:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-7236191820095890190</guid><description>A whole decade. Ten complete years since my Little Nan went and died with a broken heart. I still believe it was "her time" and that she was ready to go. Having that belief didn't, and still doesn't, of course, make it any less devastating, nor the grief less immense. 
I can't count the number of times my likeness to hers has been mentioned by so many people, and I smile every time. She was </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Know your place.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2015/06/know-your-place.html</link><category>adenomyosis</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>equality</category><category>feminism</category><category>hysterectomy</category><category>misogyny</category><category>morphine</category><category>sexism</category><pubDate>Sun, 21 Jun 2015 01:21:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-9113129857595857267</guid><description>Nicely general-period-pain article about natural relievers in The Independent. Never going to be geared for the terror of endometriosis/adenomyosis pains but still... I dared to glance at the comments. "Man-up" and "stop moaning" and "anything for a quiet life" said by men who were, I think, trying (and failing) to be funny. When it comes to "normal" period pains, I expect they hurt. I wish they </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>You make me feel like a... </title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2015/06/you-make-me-feel-like-a.html</link><category>cbt</category><category>control</category><category>depression</category><category>emotions</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>passive-aggressive</category><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2015 18:14:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-5704903281389044615</guid><description>See, I know I'm bitchy and wretched when the hormones rage. I've known these facts for a painfully and depressingly long time. I do not require reminding whenever someone with "issues" decides to blame me for how they feel when they're having another tiresome tantrum. 
No person can make anyone else feel anything emotionally. If you blame someone for how you feel, you give them control of your </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Young(ish), Wombless, and Rather Pale.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2015/03/youngish-wombless-and-rather-pale.html</link><category>chronic pain</category><category>depression</category><category>dyschezia</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>endometriosis awareness month</category><category>endometriosis awareness week</category><category>fallopian tubes</category><category>gynaecology</category><category>hysterectomy</category><category>oophorectomy</category><category>pain</category><category>salpingo oophorectomy</category><pubDate>Mon, 2 Mar 2015 11:26:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-8239084526509137504</guid><description>Last year, nearly a whole year ago (18th March), I lost my uterus. How careless! I have a beautiful 5-inch-long scar on my belly. Hooray! It is my favourite of my dozen or so scars, not least because I think it vindicates what I said for about 20 years.
My pelvis is still being an idiot, continuing, as it always bloody does, in giving me the pains and aches it always has (since I was 12). Only my</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Time to Talk</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2015/01/time-to-talk.html</link><category>amitriptyline</category><category>depression</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>meditation</category><category>panic</category><category>suicidal</category><pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2015 23:50:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-9033671731520250928</guid><description>Long time, no post. But look! Here's one, now! Here is my #Take5ToBlog post.


1. HI MY NAME IS... Lucy, and I have experienced (and still do experience) acute clinical depression, severe anxiety and panic attacks, suicidal contemplations, and OCD.

2. My mental health has affected every part of my life; friendships, sleep, some semblance of a career, relationships, appetite, education, hobbies, </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>On a knife-edge of disappearing...</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2014/03/on-knife-edge-of-disappearing.html</link><pubDate>Tue, 4 Mar 2014 02:44:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-3106575604228476895</guid><description>

It will happen soon. But I'll be back. I shall return to my blog, and being my usual idiotic self, and drawing and painting, and crocheting and knitting, and cuddling my impossibly brilliant and affectionate cats. I will be away for a short while. Though, I'm not certain what the official time-length or dictionary definition is for a "while".

In my last blog post, I told you about my January </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNAmNxycYBRGWs5q9CeHHyLCT4jUrwELne2dp8bBRVpHwTtKz2jxLPKpGQhnotqErZoX_vHQMlDc3ZaU-_ADntH_6_715BZRTq6gTdkPirOhjtonMRPSRPTO6on6XNR32lcQWJ4pGh-EU/s72-c/108.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>The Reappearance of Lady Scarfacts</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2014/02/the-reappearance-of-lady-scarfacts.html</link><category>anxiety</category><category>benefits</category><category>depression</category><category>endo</category><category>endometrial ablation</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>hormones</category><category>hospital</category><category>infertile</category><category>infertility</category><category>insomnia</category><category>morphine</category><category>NHS</category><category>novasure</category><category>oophorectomy</category><category>ovaries</category><pubDate>Sat, 22 Feb 2014 01:20:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-6475087688964918422</guid><description>
If I were to attempt to blow away the dust and cobwebs from this blog and the path I took to get to it, I could well sneeze for a week, so I shan't do it. I shall simply type and publish and hope no-one notices how terribly I've neglected this place. 

Good reasons exist as to why it's been so long since my last blog post; the morphine I have to take each day for the pains is still not conducive</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaxzPKjlc_MbwcIysxoVuH2WHBfOUUTuQTjI9WOupqEir6mk1KvdsA7gO3VNOTKZNkfBarXnYfy_rZpEjGBxBUypfn1mVar2CqujyRhrXqP3Uq3bGixFrOupm763qbd4smPHlVYLKVRT4/s72-c/7111_or.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Scar tissue.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/08/scar-tissue.html</link><category>ablation</category><category>endometrial ablation</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>infertility</category><category>laparoscopy</category><category>nova sure</category><category>oophorectomy</category><category>salpingo</category><category>salpingo oophorectomy</category><pubDate>Mon, 19 Aug 2013 02:17:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-1097741111205440026</guid><description>As I struggle to keep my eyes open, I felt a need (for some reason) to show you my biggest cut yet. And it's adorned in a photo with stuff and roses and words and birds through phone apps and photo things. 
It's past 2am. I need sleep. Here is one of my battle wounds, healing well with all stitches now out. 
Sleep is now.
    </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooA2DHRtN19YX7abNv-B2sIm9L3PGjt-C45CRV4vkCEZWtO_8lh0Ynk62HjuTUFUYW5Ek5Cf4o4KLdfQ_UtIVQDEj93tCN4cNV8n3gLnrj1GKSihKktuCPTz6sxqssxroBniAaWW8QOw/s72-c/PicsArt_1376875386132.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Home.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/08/home.html</link><category>chronic illness</category><category>chronic pain</category><category>endo</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>laparoscopy</category><category>nova sure</category><category>oophorectomy</category><category>salpingo</category><pubDate>Thu, 8 Aug 2013 11:49:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-9066210410962429650</guid><description>Occasionally, I forget what I've just been through, and attempt to cough. And then I remember. And I curse myself. Because it really fucking hurts.
I have four fancy new - and startlingly-neat - wounds, minimal gas pain in my right shoulder, and general post-operative restrictive pains. The hours immediately after I woke up were, without question, up there on the oft-unreachable heights of the </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin6tr_MbElxsJFvsl86-HCEw2TGJJxuB0MYOIP0KlJBh_pHhshxbNKbDPt_jKgIn1j9TumoS9-07Rm7Ic3FQSvCxx5AqpyWWQFK5cIGaKIpg4-IMaCXswx_SRqDb-T2D8TT-OJmuv2h1Q/s72-c/PicsArt_1375897495114_Sanna.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>C. U. N. T.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/07/c-u-n-t.html</link><category>ablation</category><category>depression</category><category>endo</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>hysterectomy</category><category>NHS</category><category>nova sure</category><category>oophorectomy</category><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jul 2013 09:23:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-3414121266596742237</guid><description>Next Tuesday. 
BAM! 
Lightning fast. 
Ohh, NHS - and especially the staff in "my" "departments" - I do love you. 
Here we go. Again. Cue treadmills...
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Unforeseen circumventing.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/07/unforeseen-circumventing.html</link><category>chronic illness</category><category>chronic pain</category><category>depression</category><category>endo</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>hysterectomy</category><category>morphine</category><category>NHS</category><category>oophorectomy</category><category>ovaries</category><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jul 2013 14:38:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-1812251293720913994</guid><description>Laziness/tiredness tells me to copy and paste what I've already told select people, with some editing here and there. So I shall. 
Bloody ill people taking up hospital beds. Don't they know my ovary needs to be analysed?! 
Because I'm such a hardnut on megadoses of morphine, I'll need a lot more than The Average Joe after my operation, which will cause a lot of pain. So I need a bed. And the </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Monday, Bloody Monday.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/07/monday-bloody-monday.html</link><category>depression</category><category>endometrial ablation</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>infertility</category><category>nova sure</category><category>oophorectomy</category><category>salpingo</category><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jul 2013 03:05:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-627231630945384960</guid><description>It's the finality of it all. The totally unquestionable end. It's the wholly different way of thinking, planning, living. Living. Living day-to-day without the fear of it coming back all too soon. The knowledge that it will not be coming back; it won't be "just" six months off, give or take other highly restrictive pains.
I don't have any love to give endometriosis, and I shan't miss my periods </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>The Future.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/06/the-future.html</link><category>ablation</category><category>depressed</category><category>depression</category><category>endo</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>infertile</category><category>laparoscopy</category><category>morphine</category><category>nova sure</category><category>oophorectomy</category><category>sterilisation</category><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 16:54:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-2637506629487917131</guid><description>
I didn't take enough tissue. As usual. The leaking of my Doctor Who water bottle was not helpful to my tissue situation. I knew I would cry. I typically do at those kind of&amp;#160; appointments, those gynaecologist chats, those highly emotional discussions with my consultant about my life and potential problems and treatments.
I have tried every kind of treatment offered and explained and favoured</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>The End.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/06/the-end.html</link><category>codeine</category><category>depression</category><category>dihydrocodeine</category><category>endo</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>hysterectomy</category><category>laparoscopy</category><category>morphine</category><category>oophorectomy</category><category>suicidal</category><pubDate>Tue, 11 Jun 2013 20:14:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-1608560751146672510</guid><description>Tomorrow, my consultant is probably going to say he'll refer me to his friend and apparently highly-regarded colleague in London. I shall insist I am against it. 
I'm as certain as I can be after Sunday's devastating sobfest that I want no more "treatments", I want no more "to see how it goes" or, "to see if there's some improvement". All the years I asked for help, all the people who let me down</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Chronic.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/05/chronic.html</link><category>depression</category><category>desperation</category><category>endo</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>melancholia</category><category>melancholy</category><category>resentfulness</category><category>suicidal</category><pubDate>Tue, 28 May 2013 17:59:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-4878105388901225801</guid><description>I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know how to stop feeling so dark and bitter and disappointed. These injections were meant to stop periods and help my emotional state. Periods have stopped but my mind isn't in a good way. And the pains haven't gone; they still do well at fucking up my plans and days. 
Endometriosis still hurts, even when I'm having what is termed a "medical menopause". Will</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Help.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/04/help.html</link><category>depression</category><category>endo</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>family</category><category>household</category><category>housework</category><category>napowrimo</category><category>napowrimo2013</category><category>poem</category><category>poet</category><category>poetry</category><pubDate>Sun, 28 Apr 2013 22:09:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-425862393303587811</guid><description>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 </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Stamps.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/04/stamps.html</link><category>depression</category><category>endo</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>napowrimo</category><category>napowrimo2013</category><category>philately</category><category>poem</category><category>poetry</category><category>stamps</category><pubDate>Thu, 18 Apr 2013 01:13:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-4792979212010148389</guid><description>
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,
</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Listen.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/04/listen.html</link><category>birds</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>meditation</category><category>nature</category><category>wildlife</category><category>zen</category><pubDate>Wed, 17 Apr 2013 20:30:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-9090322033122970456</guid><description>
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,</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>You look well!</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/04/you-look-well.html</link><category>chronic</category><category>codeine</category><category>dihydrocodeine</category><category>endo</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>napowrimo</category><category>napowrimo2013</category><category>pain</category><category>spoonie</category><pubDate>Sat, 13 Apr 2013 21:26:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-2814703010490969793</guid><description>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 </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Travelling poetry bag shops.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/04/travelling-poetry-bag-shops.html</link><category>endometriosis</category><category>napowrimo</category><category>napowrimo2013</category><category>poem</category><category>poet</category><category>poetry</category><pubDate>Thu, 11 Apr 2013 02:21:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-4051318322583539766</guid><description>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 </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item><item><title>Daydreamer.</title><link>http://www.popgoesthefeasible.com/2013/04/daydreamer.html</link><category>benefits</category><category>chronic</category><category>codeine</category><category>depression</category><category>dihydrocodeine</category><category>endo</category><category>endometriosis</category><category>esa</category><category>napowrimo</category><category>napowrimo2013</category><category>welfare</category><pubDate>Fri, 5 Apr 2013 23:43:00 +0100</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3648105989573349790.post-5436033682980622031</guid><description>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</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><author>LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy)</author></item></channel></rss>