My day to day name is Vikki but my not so secret identity is The Balloon Fairy.
A picture of me about to release some balloon with forget-me-not seeds inside in memory of some children who sadly passed away
Perfect Party UK are asking bloggers to blog about balloons, as you will know if you saw my balloon fairy blog a couple of years ago I LOVE balloons.
My earliest balloon memories are of discos held in a school hall. There would also be a big net over the ceiling full of balloons, the highlight of the disco would be when the net let down the balloons and we would all desperately try and get a pretty marble one or a long wiggly one!
My love of balloons has never faded and we keep a party canister of helium in our garage. Next week it's my Mums birthday, shortly followed by my Dads and then Father's Day. I have purchased some balloons and will secretly blow them up and tie them to bedroom door handles over night so the balloons are the first thing they see. My favourite balloons are either foil or bubble (bubble are made of a clear plastic which are thicker than your average latex balloon and apart from looking better they stay floating for a very long time). Its a cheap way of making a big impact, Perfect Party UK have a huge range all under £3 each!
It might be a tad sad but I have spent countless hours researching different balloons so I can find the perfect balloons for occasions or people and I'm pleased to say Perfect Party UK stock my top 3! Check out these airwalkers, Spider-Man who when filled looks like he is climbing on the ceiling and a giant Minnie and Mickey. I sent Minnie to a little girl following her second kidney transplant, do you think she liked it?
So you get that I like balloons but why am I The Balloon Fairy? I will copy this from my previous blog entry;
'I love balloons, they can mean celebration, happiness, get well or good luck wishes, congratulations, sad goodbyes and even 'just because'.
I had some helium left over recently and so today we blew up some balloons. My original plan was to do some and have Mum tie them to the front door of a neighbour (who has the same illness as me) with a note just saying they were from the balloon fairy. I realised it was her 18th birthday this week though so blew up lots of balloons which mum took up with a card. This isn't the first time there has been a balloon fairy. A few years back when I was doing better, I managed to go to a dinner organised by the local paper and they presented organisations/charities with a donation. As soon as I entered the room I clocked the heart balloon bouquets and thought of how they could make kids smile. I was able to ask an official if it would be possible to take some home to give to some local children, they said they would find out for me. So we have dinner, then the cheques are presented and everyone was moved so I could join the others for a photo at the front of the room. After it had been taken they announced that children's charities can take the balloons and to my horror they all seemed to instantly vanish before me (all the other charity people could walk!) and there was chaos trying to move me an inch forward. I told my dad 'forget me, the balloooons, the balloooons' (seriously, anyone would think they had bunches of winning lottery tickets rather than some heart shaped balloons), some kind guy over heard me and snagged me quite a few. Everyone who was with me pointed out we could never get that many balloons in our car and I informed them that they should be positive and when there is a will there is a way (I'm not sure if positivity effects the laws of physics but hey it's worth a try). My dad had recently got a new car which didn't have a boot the size of his old one (which got mentioned every time the boot was used) and my wheelchair alone filled it. That left 4 of us and about 18 balloons, we had them crammed into every nook and cranny, I even had my leg over some so they wouldn't obstruct Dads view, thank god it was dark! We concluded that if we were in an accident we would be fine due to this very large air cushion surrounding us but when rescued we would be all squeaky as its helium! My insanity paid off though, the next day balloons were delivered to a boy who had recently seen his sister die and a family where a mixture of illness and disability led the family to crisis point, they got home to find their porch filled with balloons from seemingly no where (although they guessed it was us). The kids apparently loved it and decided it was the balloon fairy!'
Saturday, May 16, 2015
I've never understood the compulsion some seem to experience when someone they are talking to says they are pregnant. Suddenly every horror story that person has ever heard seems to come to mind and they have to tell the pregnant person about their cousins friends traumatic birth.
The compulsion doesn't limit itself to pregnancy though, the Internet is full of horror stories about anything or everything, I was reminded of this when I googled 'blog groshong insertion'. I'm not dismissing people's experiences but only negative things came up which is why I'm posting. Sorry to any regular blog readers but I wanted to put my little bit on the Internet for the next person who turns to the net for information.
Last week I had a Groshong line inserted, some sites seem to switch between the term Hickman line and Groshong but I see the Groshong as a Hickmans baby cousin (very technical!).
The day before I watched the whole procedure on YouTube (here if your interested), I personally like to know what is being done and what to expect but best avoided if your squeamish.
I was given sedation in theatre which didn't do anything but it didn't matter as it wasn't nearly as bad as I expected. I could feel everything sensation wise but the local meant I didn't feel any pain. I knew what was being done by matching the sensation with what I had seen on YouTube. In less than 15 minutes I slide across onto the trolley myself and was moved to recovery, with IV antibiotics running through the canular and soon after a bag of saline through the new line. I was feeling fine, wide awake and in no pain. After a little while I was moved to a ward for 30min obs for a few hours before being allowed home. Both the neck site and line site stung a little by the time I was on my way home but it was minor and I've had far more painful blood tests before.
Since being home the hardest thing is not having full movement due to the stitches (it kept bleeding when I moved) and pressure areas from not being able to lay on my side (I'm in bed 95% of the time).
Since I started writing this I've had the stitches out and I'm impressed with how discrete the line is.
3 days after having the Groshong line inserted
8 days later, the stitches are out