tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post3065071380060391760..comments2024-03-28T09:16:33.241+00:00Comments on Diary of a Benefit Scrounger: RecoverySue Marshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14849801822216267250noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-974244863676683462012-06-10T17:02:38.524+01:002012-06-10T17:02:38.524+01:00Oh Sue - I only just read this. So moving. Thanks ...Oh Sue - I only just read this. So moving. Thanks for sharing and I hope it got you a little bit further forward just putting it down on paper. Keep getting betterxxVirginia Moffatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12071059148315715405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-1785955243535873452012-06-08T10:18:30.341+01:002012-06-08T10:18:30.341+01:00....cont the post you are commenting was written a.......cont the post you are commenting was written at 4 am, the witching hour when Nightmares seem so real. I types on my phone with one finger, laboriously copied it over to the blog when I could. Do you know any jobs I can do from bed with one finger for two hours at 4 am?<br /><br />But, my dear, as it happens, I wrote an article for the Guardian the day they discharged me on opiates, I had an atrial fibrillation in the middle - could you have done that? <br /><br />I wrote another a few days later and had to stop to vomit every ten minutes. Could you have done that? <br /><br />Now, who is the Obe making platitudes? <br /><br />I just wish trolls would TRY a little harder. It's embarrassing really, no arguments to make, no challenge for me at all.Sue Marshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14849801822216267250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-531538294237079622012-06-08T10:11:18.710+01:002012-06-08T10:11:18.710+01:00I have said it before my friends, trolls are good....I have said it before my friends, trolls are good. They show the world why we write at all. 2 sentences from such ignorance makes our point for us 100 times over. So thank you Anon, do carry on. <br /><br />Now, silly boy ( oh, I just know....) Take a look, How many posts did I write all of last month? 5. All from a hospital bed, fed into my main artery to keep me alive, bombed on opiates to keep me from screaming, anti-sickness to keep me from vomiting. Now, do you know of any jobs I might have been doing instead?Sue Marshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14849801822216267250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-78893045312305216312012-06-07T14:44:45.090+01:002012-06-07T14:44:45.090+01:00Thank you for writing this Sue, what you've sa...Thank you for writing this Sue, what you've said is important. I can't say any more through my tears.misspiggynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-6201267747977639952012-06-07T10:28:31.677+01:002012-06-07T10:28:31.677+01:00Sue, I think it's important that you articulat...Sue, I think it's important that you articulate these feelings and allow your brain to move through and process them properly so that you don't get fully trapped in the PTSD cycle.<br /><br />These physical and emotional reactions only a few weeks after these experiences are actually quite normal (although horrible) and this is exactly the right thing to do with them. Break their taboo, work toward changing the ending of the corridors rather than bottle them up. It might not fix it but even if you need to seek help with post traumatic thoughts elsewhere it will be a good start.<br /><br />Best of luck.gherkingirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12440614300240880834noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-59940720102689263042012-06-06T23:25:53.047+01:002012-06-06T23:25:53.047+01:00Why would anyone want to criticise another human b...Why would anyone want to criticise another human being for sharing their worries with like minded empathetic people who understand what it is like to experience ill health and become so unwell that they might die? When you can't leave the house and pop down to the pub for a chat with your pals, or turn to a sympathetic ear because you're isolated and alone and trapped indoors with illness, what do you do? Maybe you have no one in your life to turn to when you are down or afraid or need advice anon, so you attack those who get the attention you are so clearly craving for yourself. So what if people lead sheltered lives? Who are you to dictate to anyone what their life should be or what decisions they should make for themselves? Don't you think you're over exaggerating to suggest that anyone is engaged in continual blogging? Round the clock writing would be quite a feat for anyone. How long did it take you to not think before you made your comment and write it? Seconds I would guess. So the ability to convey your feelings articulately in words makes a person fit for work in your opinion? I see, what a shame then that employers might not share your optimistic opinion. <br /><br />Quite right, Sue and many other people here are highly intelligent and educated and capable of some remarkable posts and comments. Perhaps you would feel so much better if everyone fitted your biased stereotyped view of incapacity and stayed in bed all day watching Jeremy Kyle? With all due respect, please do naff off because you don't offer anything helpful or have anything worthwhile to contribute.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-77330915756405281672012-06-06T21:00:04.963+01:002012-06-06T21:00:04.963+01:00Edel - Christ Sue you are really bringing on the h...Edel - Christ Sue you are really bringing on the holiday cheer. You bloody got there love and THAT is my focus. He is amazing and what you don't see is those boys lighting up at every thought of you. <br /><br />Love you and looking forward to more anarchy, fun and even child care. You are a beacon and don't remember to be bloody proud - that is not to disallow your melancholy though my love.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-29430918871448347232012-06-06T19:35:18.481+01:002012-06-06T19:35:18.481+01:00The insult was the suggestion that Sue can't w...The insult was the suggestion that Sue can't work because she spends so much time and energy blogging.<br /><br />I couldn't give a crap whether you think I have led a sheltered life. You know nothing.Toni Glitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09379791196083080646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-84405187194876282122012-06-06T18:47:53.624+01:002012-06-06T18:47:53.624+01:00As I said, there are other anonymous posts on here...As I said, there are other anonymous posts on here but as they are not critical that is ok? If it is an insult to say that continual blogging must be time consuming and draining, then you have led a very sheltered life!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-42484280646347636592012-06-06T18:34:29.585+01:002012-06-06T18:34:29.585+01:00To The ignorant Anonymous person who didn't ev...To The ignorant Anonymous person who didn't even have the courage to name themselves (again):<br /><br />If you wrote a fair criticism then that would be considered as discussion. You did not do that. You wrote an uninformed insult to a woman who is at her lowest ebb having nearly died.<br /><br />So, yet again you show your ignorance. How long do you think it might have taken Sue to write this blog entry? How much time and emotional effort do you think it took her? In terms of time and productivity, do you think it might be comparable to the demands that an employer would put on her in the workplace? Of course it isn't.<br /><br />If you look back on her previous writings you will see a lady who has worked very hard for a cause which she and many others believe in. Her recent hospitalisation and near death is what happens when you are actually ill and work long hours. We are not talking about a dose of flu or a headache. We are talking about real, severe illness which could (and does) result in death.<br /><br />Try and remember when you were the most ill you have ever felt. Now try and imagine the type of illness where you struggle to get out of bed. Not because you don't want to but because you physically cannot. Now imagine that you have that feeling ALL of the time. Imagine yourself being forced to work when just moving causes pain and exhaustion. Imagine not being able to do the basic things that everyone else takes for granted, no matter how much you want to. Can you even begin to imagine what that might be like?<br /><br />Did you not read what Sue wrote? She has been in hospital for some time and she nearly died. Again.<br /><br />I don't know why I am even bothering to discuss this with you. As the saying goes, "Arguing with ignorant people. It's like playing chess with a pigeon. No matter how good you are at chess, the pigeon will knock over the pieces, crap on the board and strut around like it's victorious."<br /><br />You are clearly a pigeon.Toni Glitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09379791196083080646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-13491332826814952692012-06-06T18:20:25.515+01:002012-06-06T18:20:25.515+01:00This comment has been removed by the author.Toni Glitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09379791196083080646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-83459909759023356502012-06-06T15:11:56.970+01:002012-06-06T15:11:56.970+01:00Sue - are your receiving DLA and other benefits no...Sue - are your receiving DLA and other benefits now? You certainly should!Ruthnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-80009613144073129532012-06-06T13:03:27.687+01:002012-06-06T13:03:27.687+01:00So when someone writes a platitude, a patronising ...So when someone writes a platitude, a patronising "pat on the head" that is ok, but when it is a criticism, it is not? Strange outlook!!!!<br /><br />For people with such "debilitating illnesses" you expound a tremendous amount of energy writing your blogs! What about a career in computing.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-40785671364649286402012-06-06T10:59:52.649+01:002012-06-06T10:59:52.649+01:00I've been there too, i could not have put it a...I've been there too, i could not have put it as eloquently as you but i was all there.<br />I nearly died buzzed around my poor addled brain for a long time but what i didnt realise at the time was, i lived through this.<br />It was with me for a long time, my children were there but not with the mummy they knew. I was weak and scared and sometime jelous of their innocence and health.How harsh does that sound.<br />It was a sign i was recovering from a lot of stress both physical and mental. My poor body had been full of fight to sustain life for so long i had forgotten how to really live life. <br />We all have the drop from stress where we feel 'how and why did this happen' <br />Know that we can all be there to support you through the rough times as small words well meant can help in a small way.<br />I wish you well in your recovery, and that you can hang on to those small glimpses of 'mummy'as they mean the world to your children.<br />Thank you for putting into words how desperate that feeling is and i hope you can look back in some months and see the the corner that lead you from those corridors, through the door to your future.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-31391190125778171962012-06-06T09:00:32.702+01:002012-06-06T09:00:32.702+01:00To The ignorant Anonymous person who didn't ev...To The ignorant Anonymous person who didn't even have the courage to name themselves:<br /><br />How nice it must be in your cosy life. To have never come into contact with debilitating illness, disability or struggle for survival. Oh to live in your cocooned little world. You are clearly a very young soul with so very much to learn yourself. I pity your ignorance and I hope, for the sake of those around you, that knowledge and understanding doesn't find you in the worst way.Toni Glitzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09379791196083080646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-91221060413277028582012-06-05T20:37:41.406+01:002012-06-05T20:37:41.406+01:00I think it's more to do with chronic illness a...I think it's more to do with chronic illness actually, you ignoramus.Go away Anonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-87394107077452608282012-06-05T18:10:10.045+01:002012-06-05T18:10:10.045+01:00Are you people real???? You all spend so much tim...Are you people real???? You all spend so much time and energy writing about yourselves, no wonder you can't work!!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-3783354689734404082012-06-05T17:06:23.007+01:002012-06-05T17:06:23.007+01:00You are brave to share these deep and personal exp...You are brave to share these deep and personal experiences. In doing so, you do so much to help others who may be experiencing their own private endless white corridors of fear and pain. I can only wish and hope that little by little, you will gain some modicum of strength and improvement in health. I'm sorry, this sounds so inadequate.Findlownoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-46379027612247288912012-06-05T16:38:05.732+01:002012-06-05T16:38:05.732+01:00you'll never forget but you WILL be able to lo...you'll never forget but you WILL be able to look back at this as a distant fuzzy memory. Terror will become a puppy dog that you can tame. Serious illness is a dreadful shock to the system and you'll feel fearful until you're stronger. As always- Love and Prayers.mrswupplehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10012555558218665781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-17871241484395223322012-06-05T15:28:20.591+01:002012-06-05T15:28:20.591+01:00Dear Sue
I read this and hear my Dani. My words...Dear Sue <br /><br />I read this and hear my Dani. My words are inadequate. Just feelings, wishing to reach out and hug you without hurting you.<br /><br />You inspire me greatly.Helga Warzechahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17150922019515988040noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-39749438361985886392012-06-05T12:47:28.736+01:002012-06-05T12:47:28.736+01:00In dreams…
I am always with you
Even when you feel...In dreams…<br />I am always with you<br />Even when you feel<br />You walk this corridor alone<br />I’m in your heart<br />And always close bedside you<br />In the cold, harsh waters<br />I am with you when you fall<br /><br />When you hang on<br />I am the whisper who will say<br />“Let go”<br />To the rope that drags you along<br />Like the coat-tails of a close but far of land<br />Into a new world with a different song...Dr Jingsnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-83816995853057136192012-06-05T12:35:32.480+01:002012-06-05T12:35:32.480+01:00I have so little that I can articulate about this,...I have so little that I can articulate about this, except that you writing so beautifully, so frankly, so publicly, I'm sure has helped people who have read it and will help people who will read it. I hope it has helped you a little.<br /><br />Much love.Jannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-64645627445837083922012-06-05T11:46:37.862+01:002012-06-05T11:46:37.862+01:00{{{HUG}}}{{{HUG}}}Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-40277424333227342592012-06-05T11:39:27.809+01:002012-06-05T11:39:27.809+01:00I think no one seems to understand how it feels af...I think no one seems to understand how it feels after you start the long hard process of getting over that kind of experience. No one thinks that you are thinking over and over in your head "I nearly died". I've had two experiences like that, the first 11 years ago and the second 9 years ago. They still haunt me, especially when I am in a great deal of pain, which reminds me of what the worst can be. I wish people could understand how much that "nearly" can haunt you, especially when you know you are never going to recover completely.<br /><br />However, you know, as do I, that you wil get through this, you will be fragile, you will hurt and you will grieve and you will carry on. You will get your mind back, you will get more of your body back and you will start to reclaim your life, but you have accept that nearly dying will change you, each and every time it happens.<br /><br />I wish you a steady recovery that will allow you time to heal your mind as well as your body.Chrissyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13254578516714017969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4568034298343558962.post-46047515489500210932012-06-05T11:36:59.472+01:002012-06-05T11:36:59.472+01:00There is a very big corridor...it's massive, l...There is a very big corridor...it's massive, lit like a theatre (and you didn't need me to tell you that). Everything about it is antiseptic. No doors. Just white tile. White white whitewhitewhite...<br /><br />But there _is_ a door. You'll have to close one eye, then close the other, then blink a few times to see it. As thin as a hair, just a crack. It might be on the left. Or maybe it's on the right? Maybe you're standing on it. Or maybe it's over your head. Behind you. Before you. I don't know where it is exactly as it changes every time. But if you can manage it - if you don't get caught in the despair of the white labyrinth, if you can manage to hold on to the rope a bit longer, you'll find it. It needs words to open it, however. Words only you know. Words you can whisper with your whole heart. Do that, and the door opens, and the white halls will be gone a while.<br /><br />Only a while, darling. They're always there. I know them well, and I know where some of the doors are. The Other doors. Those are mine, I tend them like a garden. I know the words to open those too. And that's the message I will give you - if you find you decide to let go of the rope and let the boat sail on, I will show you where the merfolk swim beneath the waves. If you decide you've had enough of wandering the white halls, then merely say so. And I'll make sure the Other door is open. Don't worry about anything else...it will be fine. There's enough of us that we'll be sure it will be fine, and time will mend all things as ever it does. Things will go as they should.<br /><br />And I offer this to you, my sweet, as I've offered to many. It's not an endorsement, just an offering so you know it's there. The white halls aren't as empty as you think (and that sounds more terrifying than it is). You just can't see me watching there - behind you, or before you. Above you, or beneath you, waiting for you to decide which way you wish to go.<br /><br />But you are not, and never will be, alone. No matter what. On that I give my word.Oya's Daughterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01184649716540468970noreply@blogger.com