Ramblings of a Ringless Wife

Ringless Wife, Messy House, Cluttered Brain. All in a standard day.

April 14: finales that coincided with a breakdown in my life.

Once I get hooked on a TV show, I’m generally hooked for life. I will collect their DVD’s and watch them till I have to replace them.

Tonight, I am going to detail three which actually left me in tears (and on one occassion, crying to my mother) when they ended.

First and foremost, forever and ever the end, is Harry Potter.
I started crying at the end of 7.1 – and by crying I mean mascara down my face, wiping my snot on my arm and heaving my chest – and Daniel thought it was because Dobby had died. Well, it was, a little bit. But the main reason was that I knew that there was only going to be one more movie… one little movie… before I had to fully kiss my childhood goodbye and hang up my Gryffindor Scarf.
Yes, I am one of the geeks who just loves the movies and can watch them for days on end while simultaneously reading the books and researching harry Potter themed tattoos.

It didn’t help that the ending of the movies coincided with me watching the last ever episode of Full House.


Ok, I know that Full House ended its epic-ness in 1995, but I was only 7 so cut me some slack. When I  finally managed to get my hands on the whole set last year I watched it every day for about a month so I could get through all 193 episodes. I used to love the show when I was little and when I was able to watch it as an adult, I loved it even more. When I watched the finale of the show, I was immediately on to my mum:
“Mum! I have just watched the last episode of Full House and Harry Potter is finishing. Do I: A) move on, and appreciate the time I had with them? B) Keep rewatching the shows until I believe that Bob Saget is my father? or C) CURL UP INTO A BALL AND DIE BECAUSE MY LIFE IS OVER?!!?!”

or something along those lines, anyway.

Scrubs… Scrubs… don’t leave me… please! Please don’t leave me!
When the end of season 8 Rolled around and I watch JD walk out of Sacred Heart for the last time, I lost my shit. I mean, I was devastated. I cried, and I blogged, and I status’ed, and I whinged. JD and Turk were like my Buddies. We had a connection – By which I mean, I knew every word to “Guy Love” and “Everything comes down to poo!” and I would sing a long in my best voice.
But then, Daniel in his ever-awesomeness, I came into ownership of Scrubs… SEASON NINE!!! Oh yeah, Oh yeah, Oh yeah! (Cue the Go, Ricki! Dance and the fist pumps and chuck in a chicken dance for good measure!)
But you know what? I haven’t even watched the final episode of the final season. Why? Because I’m a pussy and I know there is no more after it. I know I’m going to be more than a little devastated; I know that I will be Mopey, the 8th dwarf; and I JUST DONT WANNA!!!

Are there any TV shows or Movie series that have ended and left you feeling bereft and alone? Please tell me I am not the only one out there who gets so emotionally involved with fictional characters¬† that I may or may not point a stick at my dishes and say “scourgify

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January 4th: when bad things happen to good people.

Hi everyone!

In the last two weeks, I have been made aware – VERY aware – of how lucky I am to have my family and friends in relatively good health.

I think everyone has a tendency at some point to just think “FML!!!” and feel like everything in your life is against you, and that nothing will ever go right. Sometimes, Life is like that: it bitch slaps you silly and makes you confront things that you have to rectify, or deal with, or learn to ignore.

But what happens when it’s a little person who is being handled a rather large obstacle to deal with?

Those of you in my mothers circle will know who I am talking about, but in the interests of keeping his privacy intact, I am going to omit his name.

The child In question is only that: a child. He is a preteen, a mad soccer fan and just an all round, nice, pleasant, well brought up child.

Before Christmas, the little dude was diagnosed with “Perthes Disease.” (Did you go straight to Google like I did?)

Perthes’ disease is a disorder of the hip joint in children. Children often have difficulty in describing their initial symptoms. In the early stages of Perthes’ disease, your child will have a limp that often comes and goes. The limp may get worse as the disease progresses. Eventually, your child may feel pain in the knee, thigh or groin when they put weight on the leg or move the hip joint. Also, there will be less movement in the hip joint. If your child has had the condition for a long time, the affected leg may be slightly thinner and shorter.

Despite pain and limping, these children are healthy. Perthes’ disease usually affects children between the ages of three and eleven years. It is more common in boys than in girls. Only one hip is affected in over three-quarters of children.

( http://kidshealth.chw.edu.au/fact-sheets/perthes-disease )

After an appointment with a wonderful surgeon, it was discovered that this diagnosis was wrong, and he had SUFE. (Again, Mr. Google comes in handy.)

A ‘Slipped Upper Femoral Epiphysis’ (also called a ‘SUFE’) is a condition involving the hip joint. The hip joint works as a ball and socket. With a SUFE, the growth plate (called the epiphyseal plate) at the top of the thigh bone is weak and the ball (head of the femur) slips downward and backward. The exact cause of this condition is not known, but there may be a link between increased weight and puberty hormones. A ‘SUFE’ is not usually associated with an injury. The symptoms often develop slowly – over several months – and may seem like a pulled muscle in the hip, thigh or knee. It is important to get an early diagnosis and treatment before the slip gets worse and children may need to have the unaffected side treated as well to prevent future slipping.

( http://www.rch.org.au/kidsinfo/factsheets.cfm?doc_id=5766 )

Now, the little Dude had his operation today, and I am led to believe that it went well.

There is going to be a long time of recuperation for this little dude, and for a keen soccer player, a swimming fanatic, and an active person, twelve months is a long time to be sitting stagnant while you heal properly.

Just using this one example, does it make you question your last “poor-me” moment? Because it does for me.

It makes me realise how lucky and fortunate my family and I are to know that

To the little dude, and his parents and brother, I am thinking of you and am hoping for his speedy recovery.

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