I've found myself repeating this recently, so I'm posting it here, partly just so I can link to it, and partly to get it timestamped for bragging rights if I'm right ;)
Ok, here goes.
Remember when Clara was connected to the tardis through that pink goo? Dr said it would let her travel any where/when in her own timeline. Clara, time-wise is a bit messed up, so it takes her to people she's closely connected to as well.
Future-Danny-look-a-like (will call him F-Pink), said his grandmother was a time traveller, it ran in the family. Clara had something she needed to tell Danny (last weeks ep-post it said 'just say it'. It wasn't 'I love you, which is what she actually said), she's pregnant. Has to be for F-pink to exist.
Segue-River was a time lady, born from human parents, as she was conceived in the time vortex.
Back to F-Pink- he was the 'first' time traveller (that humans in general knew of), others will have followed, including his own descendants. They also will have done the nasty in the vortex, conceiving more/the first people able to regenerate etc.
The little boy at the end of that same episode was the Doctor. She was able to travel to him, because she's linked to him, by blood, just like she was linked to F-Pink, and even baby-Danny through their child.
She is the 'mother' of the Gallifreyan race!
So yeah. That's my theory. Don't think we've seen the last of her, and I claim all bragging rights if that's actually even nearly right ;)
Saturday, November 08, 2014
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Illness and starting again
I've not been ill, poor Barney has :( Chris and I went on holiday for a week and left Barney in kennels, when we collected him, he was a different dog!
Standing all hunched up, wouldn't walk far, couldn't jump into the car or even onto the sofa!
We took him to the vets and he had a high temp too. The hunching was due to pain in his spinal/abdominal area (couldn't tell which at that point). He was put straight on antibiotics and we thought that'd be it, fixed.
No.
For the next 2 weeks he was in and out of our vets as his temperature kept getting dangerously high. The anti-b's obviously weren't working, and x-rays and ultrasound scans showed nothing at all. He was on a special skin patch for the pain which is a highly controlled narcotic drug, it just wasnt getting any better. So the decision was made to refer him to a specialist in Swindon, an hour away.
Once in Swindon the idea of a MRI scan came up. Thankfully the vet advised against it as we'd already used up £2000 of our £4000 insurance, and a scan would cost at least £1800, leaving nothing to treat him with! So he underwent CT scanning, had spinal taps which were sent to Paris for testing, and a whole raft of other in-depth tests instead. He came home a few times, but had to go back because of his temperature, once I recorded it at 41.1 degrees, his normal resting temp is 37.5!
Still nothing was showing up.
Luckily the specialist vet isn't one to give up, and so we made the scary decision to take him off antibiotics and switch to steroids. Had he had an infection this could have been fatal as the steroids would have encouraged bacteria growth.
It worked!
Just over a month after coming out of kennels his temperature was finally stable, and he began to act like Barney again. Hes bern on them 2 weeks now, and the steroids are playing havoc with his house training-they make him very thirsty, and all that water has to go somewhere ;) they have changed his personality a bit too, and so he doesn't ask to go out when he needs to go, luckily we don't have any carpet downstairs! He has also lost an incredible amount of weight, around 10kg we think. He's certainly a lot thinner than when we first adopted him. He's lost a lot of muscle too, between not walking, and the steroids being muscle wasting, he looks awful poor boy.
He is feeling 100's of times better though. He stopped having pain killers this week, and he is almost normal-Barney again. Loving his walks, eating for Britain, just a bit naughtier-he emptied my handbag all over the living room during the night, just to get to the teeny packet of chocolate buttons in the bottom! Still, so relieved he is getting better.
As for starting again, well, my walking round Middle Earth of course. I arrived in Rivendell at the beginning of my summer holiday, and I've had a good long rest now, so I think it's time to set off again for Mount Doom and get this thing done ;) Now my walking companion is up to it again, I'm sure we'll get there in no time (yeah right!)
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Standing all hunched up, wouldn't walk far, couldn't jump into the car or even onto the sofa!
We took him to the vets and he had a high temp too. The hunching was due to pain in his spinal/abdominal area (couldn't tell which at that point). He was put straight on antibiotics and we thought that'd be it, fixed.
No.
For the next 2 weeks he was in and out of our vets as his temperature kept getting dangerously high. The anti-b's obviously weren't working, and x-rays and ultrasound scans showed nothing at all. He was on a special skin patch for the pain which is a highly controlled narcotic drug, it just wasnt getting any better. So the decision was made to refer him to a specialist in Swindon, an hour away.
Once in Swindon the idea of a MRI scan came up. Thankfully the vet advised against it as we'd already used up £2000 of our £4000 insurance, and a scan would cost at least £1800, leaving nothing to treat him with! So he underwent CT scanning, had spinal taps which were sent to Paris for testing, and a whole raft of other in-depth tests instead. He came home a few times, but had to go back because of his temperature, once I recorded it at 41.1 degrees, his normal resting temp is 37.5!
Still nothing was showing up.
Luckily the specialist vet isn't one to give up, and so we made the scary decision to take him off antibiotics and switch to steroids. Had he had an infection this could have been fatal as the steroids would have encouraged bacteria growth.
It worked!
Just over a month after coming out of kennels his temperature was finally stable, and he began to act like Barney again. Hes bern on them 2 weeks now, and the steroids are playing havoc with his house training-they make him very thirsty, and all that water has to go somewhere ;) they have changed his personality a bit too, and so he doesn't ask to go out when he needs to go, luckily we don't have any carpet downstairs! He has also lost an incredible amount of weight, around 10kg we think. He's certainly a lot thinner than when we first adopted him. He's lost a lot of muscle too, between not walking, and the steroids being muscle wasting, he looks awful poor boy.
He is feeling 100's of times better though. He stopped having pain killers this week, and he is almost normal-Barney again. Loving his walks, eating for Britain, just a bit naughtier-he emptied my handbag all over the living room during the night, just to get to the teeny packet of chocolate buttons in the bottom! Still, so relieved he is getting better.
As for starting again, well, my walking round Middle Earth of course. I arrived in Rivendell at the beginning of my summer holiday, and I've had a good long rest now, so I think it's time to set off again for Mount Doom and get this thing done ;) Now my walking companion is up to it again, I'm sure we'll get there in no time (yeah right!)
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Monday, June 06, 2011
So close I can smell the Lembas!
I've done 419 miles on the road to Rivendell, by my reckoning that leaves me just 39 miles to go!
I am having bilateral carpal tunnel surgery on Friday morning, and have to have 6 weeks rest, it would be so perfect if my rest coincided with arriving at Rivendell! I'm really going to push on this week to try to make it happen, that means 10 miles a day...... Not sure I'll make it, but I'm going to get as close as I possibly can :)
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I am having bilateral carpal tunnel surgery on Friday morning, and have to have 6 weeks rest, it would be so perfect if my rest coincided with arriving at Rivendell! I'm really going to push on this week to try to make it happen, that means 10 miles a day...... Not sure I'll make it, but I'm going to get as close as I possibly can :)
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Sunday, May 15, 2011
Oh, it gets better!
Yep, the sister strikes again.
We went to Chris's dads yesterday, against my better judgement. His sister had been told not to come over by her dad after what she'd said about me the other day. Guess what-she turned up anyway!!
It was ok to begin with, she went straight inside, stayed outside, no problem, til she decided I HAD to say good bye to her!
Fuck that! I asked her not to speak to me, to which she told me 'you are the one who has to get over this! Get over it?! Oh if only it were so simple! I tried to stay calm (only succeeded in staying sat down!) told her in no uncertain terms that she has no right to tell me how to feel, or what to do, and she should remember how fucking lucky she is. Well apparently, she turns violent when sworn at, at least that was the only thing I said she responded to. Before she was dragged away she managed to kick me in the elbow, which is now rather painful, and slightly swollen.
I still don't give a shit what she thinks, but what if she is right? Should I be over all this by now? Should I be coping better? Today I've not been out of my PJ's, not left the house. I haven't wanted to eat, and I went back to bed at 2. I just want to curl up and not move, it's like I've gone back 4 years and it's all so raw again.
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We went to Chris's dads yesterday, against my better judgement. His sister had been told not to come over by her dad after what she'd said about me the other day. Guess what-she turned up anyway!!
It was ok to begin with, she went straight inside, stayed outside, no problem, til she decided I HAD to say good bye to her!
Fuck that! I asked her not to speak to me, to which she told me 'you are the one who has to get over this! Get over it?! Oh if only it were so simple! I tried to stay calm (only succeeded in staying sat down!) told her in no uncertain terms that she has no right to tell me how to feel, or what to do, and she should remember how fucking lucky she is. Well apparently, she turns violent when sworn at, at least that was the only thing I said she responded to. Before she was dragged away she managed to kick me in the elbow, which is now rather painful, and slightly swollen.
I still don't give a shit what she thinks, but what if she is right? Should I be over all this by now? Should I be coping better? Today I've not been out of my PJ's, not left the house. I haven't wanted to eat, and I went back to bed at 2. I just want to curl up and not move, it's like I've gone back 4 years and it's all so raw again.
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Friday, May 13, 2011
Why do I bother?!
I blogged here a few months ago about Chris's sister having a baby. She whined and moaned about me not wanting to see her and the baby because of my own loss, even claimed she felt she was losing a friend (we have never been close at all! If I was such a good friend, why wasn't I invited to her hen party? Or her birthday?!)
When the baby was born it was me that went out and bought cards for her and her husband, and for her step daughter so she wouldn't feel left out of it all.
Anyway, all her winging was causing problems between her and Chris, so I forced my self to go, it was ok, no one forced the baby on me, I wasn't happy, but I was ok.
A few weeks later she said she wanted some cardis and blankets knitted, so I said I'd ask my mum, she loves to knit, and was happy to do it, so I was able to 'fill her order' Mum did it all for free, didn't even ask for money for the wool, though I did offer to buy it so she wouldn't be out if pocket.
This morning Chris phoned her to invite her to a BBQ, but she won't come because I don't 'acknowledge' her baby! What happened to not wanting to lose a friend?! Were the cards, clothes and blankets not acknowledging her?!
I am fuming! I know I may not be coping with my loss as well as I could be, I know it's been 4 years and I should be better at this by now, but I'm not. If I'd had another baby of my own, if I'd not had to watch my nephew, who is exactly the age my boy should be, growing up, if I were better able to talk to people about how I feel, then maybe I would be better, but I'm not. I'm the who has endured 4 years of continuous heartache, yet I'm still the one who has to jump through hoops to make HER happy! I'm not doing it anymore. No-one is telling me how to deal with my grief, or what I should or shouldn't be feeling anymore. I'm not 'wallowing' or 'hating on' people as some people have tried to say, I am me, and I have a hell of a lot to deal with, accept it, or fuck off!
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When the baby was born it was me that went out and bought cards for her and her husband, and for her step daughter so she wouldn't feel left out of it all.
Anyway, all her winging was causing problems between her and Chris, so I forced my self to go, it was ok, no one forced the baby on me, I wasn't happy, but I was ok.
A few weeks later she said she wanted some cardis and blankets knitted, so I said I'd ask my mum, she loves to knit, and was happy to do it, so I was able to 'fill her order' Mum did it all for free, didn't even ask for money for the wool, though I did offer to buy it so she wouldn't be out if pocket.
This morning Chris phoned her to invite her to a BBQ, but she won't come because I don't 'acknowledge' her baby! What happened to not wanting to lose a friend?! Were the cards, clothes and blankets not acknowledging her?!
I am fuming! I know I may not be coping with my loss as well as I could be, I know it's been 4 years and I should be better at this by now, but I'm not. If I'd had another baby of my own, if I'd not had to watch my nephew, who is exactly the age my boy should be, growing up, if I were better able to talk to people about how I feel, then maybe I would be better, but I'm not. I'm the who has endured 4 years of continuous heartache, yet I'm still the one who has to jump through hoops to make HER happy! I'm not doing it anymore. No-one is telling me how to deal with my grief, or what I should or shouldn't be feeling anymore. I'm not 'wallowing' or 'hating on' people as some people have tried to say, I am me, and I have a hell of a lot to deal with, accept it, or fuck off!
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Thursday, April 28, 2011
I've been slacking
I've been on holiday from my job for the last 3 weeks, and in those weeks I consistently forgot to carry my pedometer! I have still managed to clock up a (I think) rather impressive 101.4 miles since my last update though! In the 4/5 months I've been doing the challenge, I've only managed to get 18 days out of Hobbiton!! Still, that is over 300 miles I've recorded, and I plan to get all the way to Mount Doom and back, so still a way to go ;) best get back to it!
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Wednesday, March 16, 2011
I'm stormin' along!!
Good old Barney really has made me cover the ground much more quickly, I'm up to 205.3 miles now!! I'm almost half way to Rivendell!!
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