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<dc:creator>Honest_Mistake</dc:creator>
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<pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 17:24:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>SICK</title>
<description>  I have been really ill this past week, real flu that renders your whole body a lump that will not move.&amp;nbsp;   
  This morning Jay made an appointment for me at the Dr&#039;s, I wasn&#039;t going to, but it&#039;s a good job he did cos I&#039;ve got pleuracy (prob spelt wrong), which leads to pnemonia if not treated.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say it is very painful and I am scoffing the steroids he has given me with glee.  
  I tried to e-mail my good friend today but he has blocked me out.  
  Thanks Russell.&amp;nbsp;   
 Can anyone tell me how to make some of my previous&amp;nbsp;entries private?&amp;nbsp;  </description>
<pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 17:24:00 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Back to work, sleep paralyses and pre-romantic meal</title>
<description>   
  Went back to work today.&amp;nbsp; It went well, should start finding some sense of normality again now.&amp;nbsp; Although I am sleeping very badly again.&amp;nbsp; I think I&#039;ve had 2 nights decent sleep in the last 4 or 5 weeks at least.  
  I&#039;ve had sleep paralysyes again last night, had it a few times recently.&amp;nbsp; It&#039;s pretty freaky but I&#039;ve got quite used to it now and can actually manage to wake myself up from it.&amp;nbsp; I get it when I&#039;m stressed or over tired.&amp;nbsp; Think I might take a trip to my Dr to see if she&#039;ll give me some sleeping tablets.&amp;nbsp; How I would love to have a full nights sleep for a few nights on the run.&amp;nbsp; That would be like heaven!   
  After my last lengthly blog I&#039;ve kind of been busy and haven&#039;t felt like writing anything.&amp;nbsp; But since I wrote it its given me a sort of calm and strength.&amp;nbsp; He&#039;s been texting me (soon to be ex husband) trying to make contact but I&#039;ve just ignored him.&amp;nbsp; He&#039;s been all nice and thoughtful about me in his texts.&amp;nbsp; But I feel...</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2005 00:03:26 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Male Escort!</title>
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  I&#039;ve just got out of bed which is quite disgusting considering it now 4pm!&amp;nbsp; I did get up and 10am and went out and got some breakfast with&amp;nbsp;J (new man)&amp;nbsp;but went back to bed at 1pm cos I was feelin well rough... plus my son, K is with&amp;nbsp;my husband&amp;nbsp;for the weekend and it&#039;s rare I can do it.&amp;nbsp; Plus.. I have to be up at 4.30am in the morning cos I&#039;m doing a car boot sale and getting rid of loads of stuff I don&#039;t need.   
 &amp;nbsp; 
  When&amp;nbsp;my husband&amp;nbsp;suggested we go out for tea, as a family on Wednesday, it was meant to be to talk and try and find some kind of peace and good level of relationship between us.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For the last week he has been turning on the &#039;I am still in love with you&#039; and &#039;I do want to be with you for the rest onf my life&#039;&amp;nbsp; but also the &#039;I can never forgive myself for what I have done and how I have hurt the person I love most in the world, how can I ever be with you now Knowing what I&#039;ve done&#039; (You&#039;re probably being sick now!) and going...</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2005 18:34:27 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Positive Mental Attitude!</title>
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  Well, last night I went to bed before midnight.&amp;nbsp; For weeks now I have gone to bed later and later, knowing that once the light is off my head will go into torturous overdrive and that my eyes will spring wide open while I lie for hours trying not to think.&amp;nbsp; Eventually I fall asleep waking only a few hours later to get up with my son, feeling tired, drained, depressed and lost.  
  Last night, I went to be, turned of the light and kept saying positive things in my head.&amp;nbsp; I will be ok, I am strong, I will survive, I can do anything I want, I don&#039;t know what the future is but I can make it good, I will be happy again... I led there repeating it, telling myself I would fall asleep, I was smiling while I said it all.&amp;nbsp; And do you know what?&amp;nbsp; IT WORKED!!!&amp;nbsp; I fell asleep and woke up this morning feeling better than I have in weeks!  
  My son helps, he is a bundle of happiness in a morning and makes the sun shine in my heart.  
  I feel more positive, I am going to keep on...</description>
<pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2005 11:37:44 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Head in Bits</title>
<description>     
  My husband started taking steroids last summer, he was injecting loads of different types, stacking them over days not weeks.&amp;nbsp; I didn&#039;t realise how much he was doin.  
  Obviously he changed, turned into a selfish, arragant volatile person.&amp;nbsp; Never hit me, it wasn&#039;t like that.&amp;nbsp; I tried to tell him but he said I was making it all up.&amp;nbsp; It was hell.&amp;nbsp; He said he&#039;d stopped but he hadn&#039;t.&amp;nbsp; We&#039;d been so in love, everyone thought we were the perfect couple.&amp;nbsp; Got on like best friends, loved each others company, did everything together.&amp;nbsp; Had a beautiful 2yr old son, good jobs, beautiful home etc.&amp;nbsp; Really felt like we were gonna be together for ever.&amp;nbsp; How wrong I was.  
  At the same time he took steroids, a new female started on his team.&amp;nbsp; Nobody liked her, she was having a hard time.&amp;nbsp; He took her under his wing.&amp;nbsp; Thats the sort of person he was, always looking out for people.&amp;nbsp; But I became suspicious after a series of events.&amp;nbsp; Had...</description>
<pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2005 13:36:25 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Butterflies and Hurricanes</title>
<description>       
   I am fluttering through a fierce storm   
   I am tired and my wings are torn.   
  What brings me here?&amp;nbsp; Love, emotion, devastation.&amp;nbsp; Deceipt, lies, treachery, betrayal.&amp;nbsp; Disbeleif, sadness, loss.&amp;nbsp; Anger.&amp;nbsp; Insanity.&amp;nbsp; Foolishness.   
     Not one muscle inside me can I move     
     The heavy pressure upon my soul     
     Holds me down and I’ve lost control     
     And in the dark     
     I move slowly     
     &amp;nbsp; 
     To the world outside they see a smile     
     Hiding turmoil and sadness that wells deep down     
     As the days go by and inside me a frown     
     And in the dark      
     I move slowly     
     &amp;nbsp; 
     I want to step outside of these shoes     
     Tired of the hurt, tired of &amp;nbsp;  these blues     
     I want to run away not sure if I should stay     
     But in the dark     
     I move slowly     
     &amp;nbsp; 
   And slowly I try to make my way   
     &amp;nbsp; 
   I wrote this poem,...</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2005 23:25:52 +0200</pubDate>
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