Looking around at topics in this forum a realization dawned on me. While everyone here would agree that this forum is nothing but great and getting help when needed is a blessing when you are seriously stuck. However, there is a downside to this. There will be those who agree with you, and there will be those who disagree with you. This is nothing wrong in itself, we are all individuals with our own tastes and values. But it can become a problem when you listen to other’s opinions and it starts to affect your own. Take my personal favorite of my own stories, for example, I have gods and I have demons. Looking at the opinions represented here in the forum I realized that there are people (both here and elsewhere) who would say that my gods and demons aren’t gods and demons at all and that I should change what I call them. And I found myself starting to think about what to change it into, I admit that. I haven’t though, because in the end it is my story and not anyone else’s. If I take every advice I get to heart eventually it would stop being so. So while getting help when you need is not bad, one need to be aware of letting the comments you get worm their way into your mind and even more so, your story. As I have written in my own status, you can’t please everyone so why even bother trying? Your story is yours, don’t let anyone have to much saying in what goes into it.
We buried him out in the forest under his favorite tree, with his blanket, pillow and favorite toy. It was very beautiful. It still feels weird that he is gone. I can't even count the times I have started calling out for him before realizing that he isn't going to come. My favorite memory of him is one very rainy day. I was calling out for him since I intended to take him out for a walk. He didn't come. So I went looking for him and found him lying in his bed (read blanket). I called for his attention and he just raised his head and looked at me as if saying "Are you crazy? I'm not going. Not when it pours like this." And it all ended in both of us waiting inside for the rain to pass. Good times. On a side note: Swedish law allow you to bury some house pets outside of pet cemeteries (rabbits, cats, small dogs etc) if 1: you own the property or you have permission from the one that does (We own it, so no issue here). 2: You make sure the grave is deep enough so that wild animals can't dig up the body (we made a box of oak for him and made it twice as deep as law demands).
View attachment 23037 LILLEMAN 2007-09-23 --- 2020-07-03 During the night our wire-haired dachshund Lilleman (roughly translates to Little Guy) passed away, he would shortly have turned 13 years old. He is greatly missed. He always greeted you with a wagging tail and while his skill as a hunting dog was severely lacking he was the best couch potato a dog has ever been. My "shadow" is gone forever. Farewell, Lilleman, I hope you have lots and lots of fun playing once again with your BFF's Bisse and Tossa in Heaven. The house will be so quiet and lonely without you. As a final little note, I just want to mention that I won't even start up my computer for a couple of days after posting this. Just don't feel like doing much at all right now.
This is going to be somewhat all over the place so I'll rant here rather in a couple different topics. This actually started last weekend. I had every intention to get writing done, but it didn't turn out that way. I'm not even sure how that even happened... Then came Monday. Since Monday I have intended to write everyday. But when I got home I was too tired and ended up watching movies and tv-series instead. Then came today... And bad descended to worse. First my surf on my iPhone ran out. Then the train was 30 minutes late when I was going home from work. I then checked up my telephone subscription to see if I could upgrade to better surf. They demanded that I have mobile Bank ID (Swedish term, not sure if it is the international one). I do have one, just not the mobile kind since I prefer doing things like that on the bigger screen of my computer. To make it even worse, I couldn't even just buy extra surf. Something about that I would go over my subscription limit or the like. So today was a horrible day. Thinking about going to sleep early just to have it end. But tomorrow is Friday, so there's that. And I will have my absolute favorite meal for lunch - sausage stroganoff and rise. Yum!! And I hope that this weekend I will manage to get back in that saddle and get some writing done. But only time will tell.
Just writing that title makes me cringe but here goes. To those who don’t know what Turner’s Syndrome is, it is a condition where one X-chronosome is either partially or comepletely missing, thus you are born with it. This causes the body to be unable to produce certain hormones on its own and renders the woman sterile due to the ovuaries never developing. How is it living with it? Personally I don’t like that question. That is because if you remove the fact that I take a pill every day in order to get my period I am just like everyone else. But there are unfortunately people who hear the word syndrome and immidiately start thinking that is means you are mentally handicapped. And it’s true that we who are born with Turner’s have a hard time grasping subjects like math and perphaps my own trouble with giving critism also comes partially from this. But we have a better affinity with language. Being born with it I have never really thought about how it is to live with Turners, there have never been any limitations to what I can or can’t do. The reason I haven’t talked about this earlier is I think because I have mixed feelings regarding the subject. Part of me thinks it not worth mentioning because at the end of the day I don’t see myself being different. But on the other hand there is the part that remembers being bullied by my entire class for six straight years. Maybe that’s why reading and watching tv drew me in so much. It became my way of coping those six years. And through that I found writing. All things considered, living with Turner’s is pretty much the same as living without it. And if I’ve been ”talking in circles” then sorry. I don’t know why I tend to do it, I just do.