I’m Still Standing!

I liiiiiiiive

So pleased I got to use that gif again 🙂

On the other hand, having to use that gif again means I’ve been neglecting my poor darling pixies!

I should probably explain what’s been happening and why I haven’t been posting as much as I should be. Well, while it’s no excuse and I’m not using it as one, I shall explain:

Hospitals! Yay!

Due to personal health reasons, I have to go back under the knife. It’s a very small operation and I’ve had it before, but let’s just say the discovery of a certain lumpy bit where one doesn’t want to find a lumpy bit had me (and my family) quite on edge for a few days. Thankfully, the hospital is quite confident it isn’t anything serious, and I’m getting the results of my biopsy on Tuesday.

I would like to take this opportunity, because of what’s happened to me, and recently a lot more friends than I’d like to say have been receiving the worst kind of news, I want to encourage everyone who reads this to CHECK YOUR BITS. Girls: check your upstairs. Boys: check your downstairs. It only takes a few minutes, but those few minutes could save a lifetime.

I know, it’s embarrassing, and it can sometimes be scary if you find something you don’t want to find. But catching it soon means you can treat it soon. It can be, like in my case, nothing to worry about. But it’s always good to check.

Seriously, I can’t state this enough. CHECK. YOUR. BITS.

In fact, I’m going to wait. Go check them now. Go on. Go do it now. Right now.

Here's a Bun to calm us all down.

   Here’s a bunny to watch while you’re checking.

Sorted? Okay, good. See? Was that so hard? Like I said, only a few minutes.

I know this post doesn’t have anything to do with writing, but it could very well save a life. I may have a high expectation of how many people read my site, but laws of probability might be on my side today.

Please, please, please, carry out regular checks. If you find anything out of the ordinary, talk to your doctor. I can’t state it enough. Too many people suffer because of this horrible, evil disease. I don’t want any of you beautiful pixies falling victim to it as well.

Now, get out there and shine like the supernova that you are!

Blessed be,

RK )O(

 

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How to carry out a proper check – Girls

How to carry out a proper check – Boys

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Dogs have Owners, Cats have Authors.

Little Luna has taken to her new home almost instantly. She also took to my lap almost instantly. Had to suppress a sneeze for nearly an hour. Which isn’t easy when one has a cold.

"I shall nap here, New Human."

“I shall nap here, New Human.”

‘So what’s new in the world of RK?’ I hear you ask. Or type. Or… whatever, my brain and nasal passages are full of icky stuff.

  • I’m sick, AGAIN. After almost dying from Glandular Fever last year, the hospital discovered that I suffered from something called a Neutropenic Sepsis. Basically, my white blood cells are very, VERY low, and if I were to so much as say “bless you” to someone who sneezed, I would catch something. I was quarantined for two weeks while the doctors and nurses scratched their heads and tried to figure out what I was dying of. (I survived. Obviously). But, now I get sick very easily. It’s not good.
  • I’m up to season three in my Charmed re-watch. I loved this show when I was younger. I was obsessed with it. But I haven’t watched it in years, so I’m going through all of the episodes again on Netflix. Oh, Netflix… where would I be without you?
  • I’m playing Dragon’s Dogma again, and determined to stick it out this time, instead of giving up when I deliver the Hydra head to Gran Soren. I always seemed to sort of just stop playing at that point, and replay Dragon Age for the sixth time or something.
  • SPEAKING OF DRAGON AGE, OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG, WE HAVE A RELEASE DATE AND I’VE PREORDERED INQUISITION! OMG OMG OMG OMG #FANGIRLING
  • Oh, and I finished my first poem in over a year. Yay for me! ^-^ It’s more angsty than I had originally intended it to be, but it’s got a rhyming lilt to it that I’m quite impressed with. Not exactly iambic pentameter, but close enough that I don’t feel the shame when I read it back. It’s called The Queen of Broken Things. I’ll post it below, in case you’re interested.
  • I’ve had to cut my nails. I hate cutting my nails. But I couldn’t type, so they had to be trimmed. I hate being declawed, I feel too vulnerable. So what if I’ve accidentally slashed my own arm in my sleep because my nails were too sharp? Oddly enough, it was deeper than a scratch from Luna, and has actually left a scar. In other words, do NOT mess with this Kitty.

Why yes, I am hyped up on catnip, why do you ask? *twitch*

 

Blessed b– what was that? You hear a noise? Something made a noise. I heard a noise. SHH there it is again. What– noises– wassat?

RK )O(

Queen of Broken Things

She is not afraid of broken things,
Of broken angels with broken wings,
She does not shy from broken toys,
From broken girls and broken boys.

She is a wilful creature of the wild,
Full of passion, full of pride.
With mindful gaze and wolfish smile,
Among the trees to sit awhile.

To crooked paths she winds the ways,
Through moonless nights and sunless days
Between twisting trees with starlit eyes
She walks alone beneath darkened skies.

She is not afraid of broken things,
Of broken heroes and broken kings.
She does not fear what darkness brings,
Those fallen angels with broken wings.