Needed: an Norton Anti Virus Tool for my bladder please

Earlier today, my computer was dying.

I was seriously contemplating having to buy a new laptop, after throwing this one out of the window. On top of several other external things that have gone wrong on top of the relentless IC, this was a step too far, in the past 48 hours.

And then I found the wonderful, polite, helpful Bharaswazi R J, on the Norton Chat Support Forum. Somewhere in a huge call centre near Delhi, he settled down to help me.

I had no idea that this feature even existed, but in desperation I 'sat back to let the expert help' (don't have much faith in doing that anymore funnily enough).

I signed over remote control of my computer to this amazing guy and within an hour, he had totally fixed the problem, whilst giving me more reassurance than any urology specialist I've had the misfortune to meet over the past year and a half. He kept telling me 'everything will be fine, madam;' and it was, it was fine, it was fixed.

Why, in 2014, can we fix ailing computers but not ailing bodies?

WHY is more money not being poured into healing our ill internal organs rather than increasing the speed and ease of our internet connection?

It's ridiculous.

Laugh or cry; I feel like screaming.

But at least I've got my computer back again. If only bodies were as easy.

still here

just an update to say still here; have not felt well enough to write - horrible flare up of symptoms again in the past few days, after some better days last week.... just crawling through the hours really..... such has my life become. loving my children and hanging onto that love... trying to see the flickers of sunlight in the raindrops....
will write when feel more up to it

idea for a tattoo?!

in defence of the departed

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kY3v2KQkGmE

This is Peaches vs the ghastly Katie Hopkins explaining and defending Attachment Parenting on This Morning. A dedicated, passionate mum if ever I did see one. I just wonder what on earth was going on beneath the surface.

RIP Peaches and the carefree indifference of the 1990s

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6CfxkFj8iAg&feature=kp

Bob Geldof looks just grand in this video. Watch the dancing guy back right, who stands completely still then just watch his feet go.

Bucket list 1. Go to Ireland.

not bothered

To all the school beautifully-manicured, bored-shitless, bitchy-as-you-like yummy mummies

I'm not bothered by your blank expressions when you ask me whether 'everything is better now' and I say 'no'.

I'm not bothered by your 'my child is better than your child' small talk because I know it to be a lie and even if it were true, I wouldn't be bothered. Children aren't possessions to be compared at the school gate you fools.

I'm not bothered that you shop in Boden and The White Stuff and Jigsaw and wear matching boots over skinny jeans over a body that you work out much too much because your face has had it. I'm not bothered that you'd rather be a size 6 than be pretty.

I'm not bothered that you think I'm fat.

I'm not bothered that you talk about me behind my back.

I'm not bothered that you are bothered by how bright and sparky and successful my children are because you'd love it if they weren't; then it would give you more to gossip about.

I'm not bothered that I can't, won't ever, and have no wish to drive a fucking 4 by 4. In . A. City. Or anywhere else.

I'm not bothered that your uber-husbands are rich, successful and (occasionally) vaguely handsome; they're probably sleeping with their secretaries behind your stupid backs.

I'm not bothered if you pity / laugh at / despise / pour scorn on / even like  me. I'm just not bothered.

Think what you like. Say what you like. I used to care, I really used to care, but now, I just don't.

wow. read this.

http://invisibleillnessbattle.wordpress.com/2013/09/07/6-things-about-chronic-pain-you-didnt-know-you-knew/