Archive for August, 2010

August 19, 2010


It slips around the body silently unless you press on its transport system somewhere and freak it out. It carries goodness and badness, health and sickness, struggle and conflict round and round and round. I love the fact that my lungs oxygenate blood and keep my cells alive; that the fighter cells fight off attacks; that the badness is removed by my kidneys and that new cells join the party from my bone marrow.

What I don’t like is that most of the time I have no idea what my blood is doing and it is only when things go wrong that you realise it is a miracle that the body functions at all. Once you know that something isn’t working as it should you find that the blood holds many, many secrets. Mine looks like ordinary blood in the test tube but it isn’t.

The red stuff is secretive but once nursie has stuck a needle in you the darned stuff is very willing to give up it’s secrets to the lab coats. Mine used to betray the fact that I may have missed a dose of warfarin but this has not happened at all since I decided to take my pinks or blues or browns just before I go to bed at whatever time that happens to be.

Who on earth thought that advising patients to take warfarin at 6pm was a good idea? It was probably a man who doesn’t stand in his kitchen at that time trying to get food from the fridge to the hob to the table to feed six people whilst breastfeeding a toddler. I wonder why I had trouble remembering to take the tiny tablets?!?

Bingeing on greens isn’t good either as they are full of Vitamin K which is exactly what the warfarin is trying to get rid of to stop the blood overclotting. It is is a myth that warfarin thins the blood you know, it doesn’t. It interferes with the vitamin k produced by the liver and tries to stop it working to help the clotting cascade. Stoking your body up with vit K through eating food rich in it rich foods kind of doesn’t help but I can’t live without eating green stuff and start to feel rough if I don’t get enough. Try this: a handful of spinach, and apple and a banana in the blender with half a cup of water. Yum. Even the kids like it.

The frequent blood tests that warfarin patients have are to check how long the blood takes to clot. Ideally it should take between twice and three times as long to clot than ordinary blood which is fun when you slice yourself with a bread knife and can’t find a tissue.

This week I am waiting to see what mine gives up and I hope it will back me up but it might equally let me down and the pisser is that I can’t be sure which way it will go. The smug-faced GP may yet have her smug face on again when she tells me that there is absolutely nothing wrong with me and I just need to take the statins (eek – at 36?), get more exercise and, most importantly, reduce my stress levels.

There, there it is all in your head, dear. Does she think I haven’t thought about how to step off this corner of the world and get onto a more peaceful one? The funny thing is that she is due to go off on maternity leave with her first child so she is about to find out why things aren’t as easy as one might to think. Ha.

So this week’s test may prove that it isn’t in my head and that green smoothies aren’t a bad thing or it may go the other way.

August 11, 2010


Can you see what it is yet?

It’s a shopping bag that is very light and scrumples up into its own pocket just like a 1970s cagoule but less stiff!

I had put the pocket a the bottom on the outside but then changed my mind and put it at the top on the inside. I have french seamed the handle tops and the bottom seam for strength but need to make the handle parts taller to compensate for the deeper seam.

I tried it out yesterday in town and it is comfy to carry as well as capacious due to gussets at the side. I carried 2 bottles of bubble blowing mixture, a bottle of glasses cleaning spray from the opticians as a present for my mum (have you ever smelled that stuff? Yum!), two boxes of Waitrose 9 odd sized eggs in a box, one big box of malt wheats, two pints of milk and a massive long fat loaf of bread. I don’t think anyone noticed that there were all sorts of threads hanging off the bag or that the pocket was sew on on wonky but that is the nature of a prototype!

BMF~ When I sew up some real bags that are all nice and tidily finished I’ll give you one for being an imaginative guesser.

August 9, 2010

Balls – Again

Will the man never learn? Why doesn’t he just admit defeat and SHUT THE F UP?

What on earth is he dragging up the Children Schools and Families Bill for now? It is dead in the water and was pronounced so in May after being largely cleansed in the Wash(ing) Up. How very domestic.

I meant to comment on this earlier in the week which would have been a bit more timely but it takes a while for a rant to foment you know.

The publication of the Serious Case Review in to the death of a little girl in Birmingham has obviously flicked his insanity switch again and set him off spinning toward home educators again instead of poking the professionals who failed so miserably and with such awful consequences.

His article in the Guardian of 3rd August should have stopped at this paragraph which I wholeheartedly agree with (take me to a shrink, please, I should never agree with this man)

“It was always clear that many factors must have contributed to her death, and the serious case review confirms that poor communication and a failure among some professionals to follow procedures were among them. Above all, though, the adults closest to her bear responsibility for what happened and they have rightly been held to account for it in the courts.”

Stop right there Ed. Justice, hospitals, and schools are all in the domain of one Minister or another and in each case there is someone who can be held to account. Hold that thought Ed.

But no,

He can’t help himself:

“However, the fact that she was being home educated throughout her last critical year, when her body mass declined to its final unsustainable state, was also a major factor. The restricted access to her by professional agencies effectively removed any oversight of her welfare or development – just when she needed it most.”

This is where I lost my patience with his rationale. Her last year? Really? Restricted access? Really?

I don’t think Ed has read the heart wrenching report by Mrs Justice King cataloguing the decline of all the children in the family in front of the eyes of schools, doctors and social workers. If he had, he could no longer pin any blame on home education and he would be banging on the doors of Birmingham Children’s Services offices and tightening the tie of the man at the top til he gets a bit freaked out by Ed’s scary face.

Not a bit of it. We are all evil, as he ‘knew’ we were and as his dear friend Graham now Sir Graham Badman (Ed “Oh shit we aren’t in government any more so I couldn’t get him knighted – please edit that”) was so sure of too.

Home education doesn’t kill children. People kill children. The law is there to punish them when they do but the government cannot control every weirdo in the country to prevent murder happening.

PS And what can we do to get The Guardian to stop calling it Home schooling? This ain’t America, this ain’t school and we don’t do nothin’ schooly. OK?

August 8, 2010

New things

I’ve got my finger out with a bit of sewing for the shop which has been empty for a while now, sorry to anyone who has clicked on the Folksy link and wondered why the heck I’d have a link if I’ve got nothing for sale!

Winter is coming you know; I’ve been feeling chilly in the evenings already and the nights are drawing in. Where does the summer go? I hope it pops up again in September. Brrr. Anyhow I’ve already seen two people walking around Yokelville this week trying to keep a blanket tucked around their babe in a sling so I’m sure now is the time to start sewing some Winter Sling Things.

You might remember that when I first invented the Winter Sling Thing it had no name and I couldn’t find one that hadn’t already been used by someone else for something else despite your great suggestions. Well, I met and baby wearer of my acquaintance (as in I have no recollection of what her name is )in the park a few months ago and tried to explain to her what the-thing-you-need-when-it’s-cold-and-you-can’t-fit-the kid-inside-your-coat-kind-of-thing and she said “Why are you sewing a winter thing in spring?” and I said “A Winter Sling Thing!!!” YAY! A name at last.

In case you’ve forgotten what The Winter Sling Thing looks like here’s a pic

I sold some on Ebay earlier in the year and the mummies who bought them loved them so I hope to please more mummies and babes this winter.

In case you don’t have a baby who needs carrying, I’ve put a few folded origami-type purses in the shop too and have more ready to be sewn up.

I’ve been experimenting with a really lightweight shopping bag that folds up to teeny weeny size and hope to get a few of them in the shop this week too.