Leuty Parker

Tag: #family

  • Loneliness

    I live HARRPY on my own. Love, love, love cooking for myself. Doing computer stuff. I even designed a work out routine which should be done alone.

    (Don’t worry, it’s not what you’re assuming!) a plank [im hoping you know what that is], to 1x Alexa song.

    On my personalised playlist, the length is from 3.5 minutes, to 9. No stopping aloud.

    Endorphins subconsciously make me happy. But my mum died last week.

    For all the years I’ve lived on my own, whether it’s Edinburgh, London or Hong Kong, I haven’t really felt lonely.

    But there a big difference between being alone, and feeling lonely….

  • Excited

    So tomorrow is the big day… I’m very aware that time is very fluid & I have a lot of internal readers/friends, but tomorrow is my BIRTHDAY!

    I’ve been both dreading it & anticipating it; another year older. I’m NOT looking forward to that! But I guess my new mantra should be “another year older, another year wiser/better”.

    I’ve said how I’m dreading my birthday, now for the good bite;

    I’m looking forward to the celebration that my family & friends will have, & of course, the presidents. I am celebrating with a lunch out with my family. As for the presents, I already know what they are, so that kind of defeats the point. I have a smart TV from my mum (it’s good getting it while I’m here, I can get my careers to help set it up)

    & I from my dad, I’m getting some new furniture. The TV has already been delivered (not allowed to start using till the big day) & the furniture is going to be here on the 12th.

    I’ve also got 2 bottles of Prosecco given to me by another resident (the Prosecco I’ll share with the other residents in a birthday party on the 10th) & a book from one of my dearest friends

    All I have to say to end this post is; it’s tough being this popular.

  • Dentist

    I, personally, come from a decent-affiliated family. My sister & my mother are dentists, so I have very well kept teeth. Today I saw my favourite dentist, who is outside my family.

    The reason why I saw him was because I had a couple of crowns fitted in. I don’t complain, the thing about dentists is that they are kind of like rats, you don’t know why you don’t like them, you just do.

    So most people think that dentists inflict pain, they’re afraid of that. Well other than the fact there are several dentists in my family, I have a very high pain threshold (due to the diabetes) so I’m not afraid of a bit of pain.

    I am very lucky because I’m in the rare situation where I’m actually friends with my dentist, & I know he reads this blog(or I hope, at least) & he is the best there is. & I’m not just saying that in case he’s reading, he did a brilliant job on my teeth, & that has made me a very happy lady.

  • Mums

    As much as we love them I think everyone has a complex relationship with their mum. I think it’s very true that we all love/hate them. Emphasis on the slash.

    What is aling me at the moment is my mum doesn’t understand that I’m in a position where my brain is trying to play catch up with my body. The body & the brain are in 2 different time zones, & my brain age is moving very fast. She keeps on saying how I’m always grumpy, but I disagree, & I can always complain about her in my blog, she’s a technophobe so she’ll be none the wiser.

    My blog is how I see it as my therapy, it’s where I can denote all my thoughts & feelings. I can have a good documentation of. All my doings & how I felt, if I want a reminder. & it’s actually helping my career, I believe. Because I want to be an advocate for brain injury victims. So doing my blog, I perceive it as my therapist, it helps me offload my emotions.

    I know that the title of this post was “mums”& I’ve barely talked about my mum, I think that I got my point across though, to concentrate, I love/hate my mum.