I spent the best part of June on my arse, occasionally my back and when I was feeling really adventurous, I even dipped my toe in to standing up. You can read about why that is here, but it’s safe to say I’ve had A LOT of me time. Me time is comprised of Netflix, online shopping, reading, quiz shows (ALL THE QUIZ SHOWS – Impossible Answer followed by The Chase followed by Pointless…should anyone want to do a pub quiz, I would be your secret weapon), eating, sleeping, crafting, sunbathing…and repeating. Wild. I’ve in fact been so busy that writing this blog post has taken me the best part of 2 weeks. The me time combined with the jam packed activity schedule I’ve had (pahaha), has given me a lot of Sims reflection time and I wanted to share some of those learnings I’ve made with you all. I know you’re excited.
1. I’m a workaholic.
Ok so for anyone who knows me, this is unlikely to be breaking news but since my operation, I’ve been acutely aware of how my life is very much centered on the work that I do. I knew that an 8-week convalescence would be tough and I knew that as much as I tried to convince myself and my colleagues that I would actually switch off during that time, the reality would be very different. Stepping back from something that has very much been my baby for 4 years, even if just for 2 months, has been excruciatingly difficult. I started off pretty well but have succumbed to reading emails (but not replying), checking in on our social channels and brainstorming some ideas around some very exciting things that are coming up. I can’t help it – I genuinely love what I do and the brand I work for and whilst I know my team have got me covered (so much so that I’m in fact starting to wonder if they actually are going to LET me come back), letting go of control has been tough.
I’ve asked repeatedly to start doing small amounts of work but my consultant has told me to take the full 8 weeks and stop being such a numpty wanting to go back to work earlier than I should. Recovery is hard in that respect. My mind is now fully with it again – sadly no more Tramadol trips – but physically I’m not quite there yet and as much as it pains me to say this, I know that I need to be kind to myself and take advantage of being able to have that full recovery time.
2. The TV addiction is becoming an issue.
FearlessITV on Monday evenings and made by the same folks as Homeland and 24. It's gripping and Helen McRory is fabulous in it!
Love IslandTrash TV like no other and I am HOOKED. Not as good as last year but still get excited by 9pm every night!
FlakedThis is one of those background type shows. The 1st season was pretty watchable and the actor that plays Chip is great eye candy. Shallow, I know but 4 weeks inside does that to you.
Chef's TableIf you're a foody like me, this show is dreamy. Just don't watch it when you're hungry or you'll want ALL the food!
Orange Is The New BlackOver this programme. Is it just me or is every episode the same in the latest series?!
House of CardsFirst half of the latest season was slow but it picked up and left on a major cliff hanger. Bring on the next series!
GypsyI have a bit of a girl crush on Naomi Watts and the show was watchable. Couple of episodes felt a bit like a weird porn film but I binge watched in 2 days.
GlowLoved the first few episodes but it got a little silly after a while. Love the 80s throwback though!
Name a recent TV show and I can almost guarantee that I’ve watched it. So much so that I should actually be awarded a prize for ‘winning’ Netflix and don’t even get me started on Love Island. I watched it religiously last year and once again, spend most my days counting down the minutes to 9pm each evening to get my fix of PURE TRASH. Watching Love Island whilst on Twitter is the way to do it – so much great commentary.
I should thank everyone who’s recommending things to me to watch but I think it’s to my detriment because it’s aiding the addiction. Also pretty embarrassing as most times someone tells me to watch something, I’ve already seen it! Condensing my recently watched list into something that doesn’t make me look like a total recluse was a challenge in itself but here are some of the things I’ve seen and what I’ve thought of them!
(PS. Seeking someone with Sky Atlantic to watch GoT from the 17th…preferably an eligible bachelor with a big screen and a comfy sofa…apply within…)
3. The sunshine hates me.
We’ve been blessed with an ACTUAL summer here in the UK and the over the past 10 days or so, I’ve felt comfortable enough to sit outside on the loungers. It’s a running joke amongst friends that by the time summer is up, I resemble a patchwork quilt. The worst instance was in Crete age 17/18. I went for a week with my entire year group to celebrate the end of school and the alcohol consumption was on another scale. On the 3rd day I decided I needed actual sleep and in a hungover haze took to a lilo on the sea for a nap in the midday sun. So many misjudgments here to be commented on, I know, but I woke up after 2 hours with burns like no other on my back and the imprint of a perfect bikini bow. The pain was unimaginable and it was one of the stupidest moments in my life. Anyway, I’ve come so far since those days of irresponsibility but I can still sit in full sunlight with sun tan lotion applied evenly in every crevice of my body and still end up with random patches of tan vs an evenly distributed glow. This summer has blessed me with a good glow but the patchiness is all kinds of real and just to top it off, I can’t lie on my front because of my wounds so my back is as pale as a ghost in the winter.
Is there a trick to an even tan?! I really want to discover it. I’m not a fake tan kind of girl so any smarty pants that suggests that can suck it.
4. My friends + family ROCK.
There’s nothing like a health interference to show you just how loved you are. Since having my operation, I have been showered with cards, flowers and well wishes from all corners of the world and I have never felt so grateful for the people in my life. I have been spoilt to smithereens and whilst that doesn’t help physical recovery, mentally it has been a miracle worker. I can’t thank everyone more for the love and support they’ve shown me.
My mum and sister have been the most outstanding nurses. We’ve broken all kinds of boundaries over the past few weeks including help with the toilet and shower as well as getting dressed in the initial couple of weeks. Mum has enabled me not to have to lift a finger – I was under strict instructions to not lift anything, rest up entirely and avoid bending down – without her help, this would’ve been impossible. She even had to inject me with blood thinners for a week – something most people would’ve turned in to a big ordeal but mum took it in her stride.
I cringe whenever anyone uses the hashtag ‘#blessed’ and I have never really felt inclined to use it but that’s exactly the way to describe the way I feel right now. I am SO grateful to have all the people I do in my life, from family + friends to colleagues + industry pals.
5. If I don’t get Glastonbury tickets for 2019, someone is going to get hurt.
I’ve done a few Glastonbury festivals but for one reason or another, haven’t been able to go to the past few and the withdrawal symptoms are all kinds of real. Anyone who’s been to Glasto will know the heartache of missing out – it is truly one of the happiest places in the world and even if you don’t think the headliners are that enthralling, there is SO much to do there (naked yoga, silent discos, amazing food and drink options to name but a few) and SO many new musical discoveries to be made on the smaller stages. I had quite a few friends there this year and the pain of watching their social media updates while I was horizontal on the sofa watching it on the BBC red button was pretty soul destroying.
SO with that in mind, I will be roping you all in to helping me get tickets for 2019 (there’s a fallow year next year to give the land a chance to renew).
6. A really great iced coffee is hard to come by.
When I’m in the US, I always have iced coffee because Americans just seem to know how to do them right. Over here is a different story. Often it’s too milky or the coffee is too weak or bitter or it’s filled with so much ice that the coffee itself lasts all of 2 seconds before you’re left with a watery mess. THANK GOD FOR The Fallow Deer. About 10 mins away from my house on the other side of Bushy Park (by Hampton Court Palace) lies Teddington and in Teddington is my favourite local cafe. The food is great, the service is chipper, ambience on point and their iced coffee is perfection, especially in the heatwave we’ve had! They use Nude Coffee Roasters (based in E1) and it’s always so good.
If there’s something I’ve learnt from writing this post, it’s the following:
- My concentration is still WAY off – it’s taken me 2 weeks to finish this.
- I REALLY need to start getting out more – volunteers for trips, meals or fun activities that don’t involve me having to strain my stomach at all are most welcomed.
- I need to take my camera out more.
- I really like numbered lists.