Stacy Hart's blog from the Watford Observer

I am Watford born and bred and I have a passion for our town and local issues. My blog, however, will be about my efforts trying to carve out a music career while living with M.E and the day to day unpredictability of the illness. ME is an illness that takes everything away, but still leaves me with a need to give something back which I do by donating money from downloads of my tracks to the charity AFME. As a qualified dreamologist I also give my time helping people to understand the meaning of their dreams, especially if they are having a negative impact on their waking day. I also help out at an elderly day care centre when I'm at a level to function. Not very exciting to some, I know, but in these M.E days, a rare visit to a cafe and being able to dunk a shortbread biscuit in my cappuccino is about as exciting as it gets.

YOU, M.E & STILL BACK BEFORE ELVIS

Yep, today is my last blog………and now the end is near and so I face the final curtain my friends I’ve….oh okay we’ll leave the warbling till later. Party hats and those blowy things at the ready, although in betting terms, there’s always going to be more chance of me coming back before Elvis huh? I thought we could take a trip down memory blog lane together and have one last catch up, Perhaps some party food is in order today? I don’t expect you to go and knock up a trifle or anything I’m just talking a few nibbles at the computer and coffee with maybe a shot of disarrono or brandy so we can toast each other………ready?....ready now?.......what about now?.....don’t make me start without you……right here we go………….

YOU, M.E & DEATH BY WONDERBRA

Okay, so by the end of this weeks blog I might be in danger of being dragged kicking and screaming into the woods at the back of our house, strung up to the nearest tree, and flogged to death by the burning bra brigade better known as “woman”. I don’t see it as betraying my own sex, I just tell it as I see it, and the way I see it? When it comes to relationships women are not only barking, they’re barking and dangerous….yes I’m a woman and yes I may well be barking and dangerous but that’s why I do all men a favour and stay single. From personal experience courtesy of family and friends, I’ve found the more intelligent and together women are in their work profession the more barking & dangerous when it comes to relationships, although it’s not necessarily a template, this should get men very very scared….if they’re not already, and women thinking about their behaviour, but they won’t of course because they’re never in the wrong……………..while you read on, I’ll prepare myself to be wonderbra’d to death by my fellow sex……………………………….

YOU, M.E, A HO, HOE OR HOE?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Wait, don’t go clicking off thinking this is about Christmas, it’s not ho, ho, ho, as in “Muuuuuuuuum there’s a fat man in a red suit stuck in the chimney” it’s not even “one man went to hoe went to hoe a meadow” well what’s a mow or a hoe between friends? But it is a hoe as in garden hoe…..confused? Well so was I when my mum came back from the town last Saturday armed with one….for me. She was quite pleased with herself as she pulled it out the car and beamed “I managed to get you one from Wilkinsons in the end love, it was a bit difficult lugging it through the town but I didn’t mind seeing as it was for you”...........

YOU, M.E & MUM

Seeing as my mum pops into the Watford observer site to read my blog every week I can imagine she’s now sitting at her computer with a suspicious, bewildered look on her face wondering why she’s in the blog title, why are mums so suspicious? Well, be suspicious no more mum, the reason is about to become clear. Firstly it’s your birthday on Monday 23rd August, so Happy Birthday. The second reason is to pay tribute for not only being my mum but for also being my carer for the last 20years, thank-you. I hope other carers and those suffering with illness will also be able to relate to the following…………………………

YOU, M.E & YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS?

And I thought I was stupid.....no that wasn’t a question. My doctors’ surgery have installed a sign yourself in computer touch screen, WHAAAAAAT!!!!???? So let’s get this straight, there are people of all ages, all nationalities, all with different ideas on hygiene or lack of it, all ill obviously because that’s why they’re at the doctors in the first place, and all touching the same screen?.................someone grab the wet wipes.

YOU, M.E & THE DOT

Grab the Kleenex, violins, cue sad music…it can only mean one thing….. I’m having an emotional week, the M.E is making its presence well and truly known and the frustration of it all has had me blubbing and snotting all over my laptop, so apologies to any men reading this, I know the thought of having to read emotional womens stuff might be a tad painful for you, so you’re excused to go and a have a coffee, or a sneaky peek at page 3 of the daily star if you so choose. I promise I’ll try and make it as painless as possible, but I can’t compete with a Nescafé & Miss Silicon airbags so you might want to leave now? My emotional wailing comes in the form of a short poem, “THE DOT” that way it stops me rambling……and boy do I ramble, especially when I’m in my M.E dying mode…an hey I’m a woman, do I really need an excuse to ramble. I could obviously talk about M.E until the cows come home, but it won’t change anything, it’s about acceptance and that’s something that after 20 years I still have trouble …….er……….accepting………

YOU, M.E AND MAD MOMENTS

WHOA!!! I’ve been having lots of moments this week……you know? “THOSE” moments. I’m not quite sure what category they fall under, they could be stupid moments due to jumbled head courtesy of M.E? They could be stupid moments due to being pre-menopausal, or they could be due to me being plain stupid? But I’ll leave that to you…..what do you mean you need longer to decide? …….

YOU, M.E & I JUST DONT GET IT

As I’ve freely admitted before, I’m not the sharpest tool in the box, while most men think they know everything and all women know they know everything…..well all bar one, I prefer to relax in the knowledge that I have little knowledge. There’s nothing to bring a flush of achievement to your cheeks than learning something new…….ok, so there are other things to bring a flush to your cheeks but it’s a family newspaper. So recently theres been a billion things that I understand but….i just don’t get, so excuse me for sharing my rantiness with you…….here we go…………

YOU, M.E AND A BUMPY WEEK

Halleluiah, I’ve had such a bumpy week, physically & emotionally, that under normal circumstances I would’ve been banging my head against the bedroom wall…well any wall come to think of it, I’m not fussy, as long as it’s solid enough to leave an indent in the middle of my forehead I’m happy, but there’s been a high amongst the lows, so I’ve not needed to bang my head after all this week and it’s all thanx to the gospel manna choir and my mum……………

YOU,M.E,DOWN BUT NOT OUT

I never fail to be amused, because every time I have a meeting or an appointment or conversation it ends with the person saying “if you’re going to write about this can you not put my name please”........aha, so people actually read my blog then? MWHA HA HA HA HA.................