Me Swearing!?

As I was doing my blob/blog this morning, I fell, collapsed, panicked; shocked at what I saw and read .

I had my Shunt on the 15th and started talking on the 18th of February 2012, and I started to grab some words all over again; my re-learning.

On the 3rd of April 2012; when this video was put out by my Eldest Sister or my Youngest Sister; just two days after my April Fools Birthday, and after the 40 days when I was trying to learn to talk after the shunt, my brain was going through a lot of healing and I was mixing up the language and I was constantly repeating myself and I have Aphasia!
I couldn't remember my Birthday that year, but the sadness is that my family were having fun out of me and doing a video of me SWEARING and showing the whole world my abominable language on a video!
That is their LOVE!
God Bless Them for that, I'll hold my shoulders up high for finding this cruelty towards me.............

paulines first swearing on tape f##k

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with Wednesday Phillips, Monty Otf Phillips, May Quinn, Katie Turnbull Was Odriscoll and Pauline Quinn at Northern General Hospital.Like · · Stop Notifications · Share · 3 April 2012

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  Sylvia Manning Brilliant...great to hear Pauline chatting ...how fantastic is that....xx

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  Christine Burns she's got us in hysterics these days xx

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  I'll cry again!

  

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I wonder if the video can be heard now!

It could still be on Privacy; you never know!!!

I'll be back on the blog later once the tears stop!

A Poem for He or She!

 

No matter how old or even young we are; He or She goes through, we've all been brushed aside by many.

Our hearts and souls have been ripped into pieces.

No one knows!

 

 

 

elderhelpers.org

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Melbourne. The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas editions of magazines around the country and appearing in mags for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.

Cranky Old Man

What do you see nurses? . . .. . .What do you see?
What are you thinking .. . when you're looking at me?
A cranky old man, . . . . . .not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?
Who dribbles his food .. . ... . . and makes no reply.
When you say in a loud voice . .'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . .the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . .. . . A sock or shoe?
Who, resisting or not . . . ... lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . . . .The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?. .Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse .you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who I am . . . . .. As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, .. . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . .with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters .. . . .. . who love one another
A young boy of Sixteen . . . .. with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . .. . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . ..my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows .. .. .that I promised to keep.
At Twenty-Five, now . . . . .I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . .. With ties that should last.
At Forty, my young sons .. .have grown and are gone,
But my woman is beside me . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, .. ...Babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . My loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me . . . . My wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing .. . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . And the love that I've known.
I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. and nature is cruel.
It's jest to make old age . . . . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles .. .. . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . where I once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass . A young man still dwells,
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells
I remember the joys . . . . .. . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . life over again.
I think of the years, all too few . . .. gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people .. . . . .. . . open and see.
Not a cranky old man .
Look closer . . . . see .. .. . .. .... . ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within. We will all, one day, be there, too!

PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM (originally by Phyllis McCormack; adapted by Dave Griffith)

The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched. They must be felt by the heart!

A Minute Off Track for the Reason, Season and Lifetime!

Just before I finish this Blob/Blog for this year 2013; here is the :-

Reason Season Lifetime


People always come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.
When you figure out which one it is, you know exactly what to do.

When someone is in your life for a REASON,
It is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly,
They have come to assist you through a difficulty,
Or to provide you with guidance and support,
To aid you physically, emotionally, or even spiritually.

They may seem like a godsend to you, and they are,
They are there for the reason you need them to be,
Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at any inconvenient time,
This person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.

Sometimes they die. Sometimes they just walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON,
It is because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn.
They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.

They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy,
Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.
And like Spring turns to Summer and Summer to Fall,
The season eventually ends.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons;
Those things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.
Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person anyway;
And put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas in your life.

It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
Thank you for being part of my life,
Whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.

Author --- Unknown


Have a Jovial MERRY CHRISTMAS and the most Exciting NEW YEAR ahead of you in 2014.

May ALL your WISHES and DREAMS come TRUE.

Mr Patel and My Galaxy

Follow your Star to your own Galaxy where all your wishes and dreams come true. XXX

Sincerely,

Pauline Quinn

Dear Santa & God Almighty.

Before I go on with this blob/blog for myself; here is my Dear Santa & God Almighty Wish; Nae Plea.

DEAR SANTA & GOD ALMIGHTY

I say a little prayer every day.
I cry everytime an Ambulance wizzy's past me, my feet get glued to the pavement as I have tears in my eyes and make the cross and pray.
"GOD PLEASE"; I say.
When you become " Locked In" where I have been; I truly understand how they all feel.
When we were able-bodied at one point and then LOST; We were genuinally LOST !
Why do able-bodied people in high positions assume that they know all the answers to what is the BEST way for us to live?
How can they have that position when they have never been there themselves to know how you feel.
GOD, did you give them all the intelligence to know what is the best way for us to live???
How do they know..............???
Why do these Brainy Boxy Brilliant Brains who are on higher levels know what is the best thing in life?
They allow Abortions and give out The Death Penalty, then when they turn they say that you must stay where you are! LOST !
What happened to your CHOICES!
Why do people know what is the BEST thing!
They know the best way for you to live?......WHY, OH WHY, OH WHY!
What happened to RIGHTS!

Does this Nation have a Conscience!
The Conscience of the Nation!

Dear GOD, Please Listen I'm Pleading.
Dear SANTA, my Wish is that all who are LOST get their Wishes and Dreams come true.

ALL MY LOVE

Pauline Quinn XXX





 

A Recipe of Osborn and Painting.

After the last blob/blog about the Authoress Emma Pass, I was collected later that night as I had an appointment the next morning at 9am at the Osborn buliding, my old home.
The Princess Royal Spinal Injuries and Neurorehabilitation Centre Osborn Building.
What a mouthful there.

I do my usual and ask so many questions that I need to be answered.
Dr Singh was the most lovely gentleman who explained and answered all my questions that day.
A great education day.

My Osborn Home

I seem to look so tired these days; but it's lovely to see my medical friends again.

One day I may come in and sing and dance, so I shall practice.

I wish I could and sit for hours and hours and blether with you all.

I was taught to speak which was a challenge for me.

Everyone has done so many wonderful things to help me on my way..

I had to do a double-take on this room.

We laughed at me being brought into this break room where they could watch all my movements.

They watched my every move as I was a determinating rascal who was looking for fun and laughter with my boldness and cheekyness. I never stopped surprising them with glee.

The Princess Royal

I went down to the Surgery for a chat and a coffee at CommuniKate cafe.
It's wonderful having a cafe coffee shop in your surgery.
The colours and the atmosphere is something different.
How many surgeries has a very up-to-date relaxed communal area like this. I've never know this in all my days and I'm 50yrs young!
I'll pop in again.....very soon!
I don't need the excuse of an appointment with the Dr; it's wonderful, no excuses needed here.

2 x Pauls and Pauline....

Our Heroes, Our Soldiers, What Happens To Them!

 I painted, had the TV on volume and watched Pudsey all at once.........Magical !

 

 

Posty Paul had a wee look at what was happening.

I decided to make some more cakes to take into Specialist Stroke Services.
I decided to make a Black Forest Gateaux and some individual mini cakes tooboot.

Hey, I've never been taller than anyone else, so Linda Mitchell Wright my Social Services Supporter got a cake.

Here's some great news that Janiece told me;
The new "MISS BRITAIN" is Janieces neighbour.
WoWZeR for that.
I wish her well and have a superb year as Miss Britain.

I showed my art tutor what I had been upto at the weekend; Loch Lomond at Balloch; the start.

I had a nice wee chat with my neighbour about gardening.

I went into Sport Direct and bought some ankle weights.
As I walked out of the shop, I doubled backed and returned and asked if they could put them on my ankles.
Job Done....
I walked a small distance to Cafe Nero again and had to sit down and put my feet up. WoW! What a relief, carrying that little extra weight for such a small distance for my feet and legs. I really wanted to sleep instead.

The ankle weights

Posing!

I met the Street Sand Dog Creator, this person makes a vision from sand.... WoW! 10/10

The dog just lays there and watches the world  rush around it.

I then went to SSS with my cake but firstly we had a Hat Competition....Hmmmm!
 

I showed the Black Forest Gateaux...............then!

.............then.......It was a birthday.

A wonderful gift and a song.

Sometimes the unexpected gift is the best present.

This surprised me; Jean the wife of Tom The Chairman put my cake in their Tombola Raffle...Shucks!!!

The lady in the next table won my cake....YeeHaa!

The shop who does lunch keeps me laughing.

That afternoon we were told about Chesterfield Time Bank, to share time with others.

They all shared the cake at the winning table.

When I went to my Creative Writing that night, I noticed our pictures on the board with the author Emma Pass.

I've never seen a dressing room like this before!

Fabulously Heavenly Swhishy!

This is my Art Tutor Karen Davies; I'm learning great ways to think for painting.

Sometimes when it's the early am o'clock, my brain wants to paint....so I do! It's not great but it's therapeutic for me.

I must have told a few jokes there!

I'm putting layers on what was painted so far.

This is .......So far!

I wonder if I'll ever finish it...........
Shall I ever get to the Finish Line; where you get satisfied with the work that you have created!

We'll see!