Hacked By XwoLfTn
Long life for Tunisia
long life to Palestine
Hacked By XwoLfTn
Long life for Tunisia
long life to Palestine
Hello all! I hope you enjoyed the Bank Holiday weekend, especially Monday off, if you are in UK. I find it’s always harder to get back into a work routine after the longer weekend.
There was an Eel Festival weekend in Ely this Bank Holiday. Husband and I missed most of it, but we went for a late lunch on Monday, shortly before it ended. While eating our lunch we sat in a little covered area where they were doing cooking demonstrations. We were lucky enough to have caught the last one shortly after 3 pm. Emma Thorburn, a winner of Kirsty Allsopp’s Gingerbread Champion in 2015, made a gingerbread tree house with a fairy on a swing. It was great fun watching her do it in front of a small and friendly audience, telling us about trying out different recipes and eventually using one from a lady in Florida, talking about her experience in front of the cameras while trying the keep the dangerously hot caramelised sugar in a liquid-ish state. There was a little raffle with the demonstrated gingerbread cake as the prize. Now, yours truly never wins anything, because I rarely – read never – enter any competitions. Then I heard Darren Brown’s voice in my head (sort of: you’ve got to be in it to win it) and decided to buy a raffle ticket last minute. At that time, I didn’t actually know that the prize was the tree house being made in front of us. And I won!!
Hearing other people’s reactions I always wondered why winners never say anything more original than “OMG I won!”, but I said those exact words myself. So much for originality in the heat of the moment. Here is a very shocked (naked faced and bad haired) me with Emma below.
Isn’t the tree house brilliant? The little Fairy kept going upside down on the swing, I think she wanted to smell the flowers. The roof is almost gone now, as we’ve been dipping it into our tea any chance we get. Yummy yum yum! Thank you very much Emma! If you need some gingerbread for any occasion, get in touch with Emma via her website Buns of Fun!
Scroll down for a few more pictures from the day Some are from Monday and some I are from the last year’s event, as it started raining so I had to put my camera away.
Bok svima! Nadam se da ste svi uzivali u proslom vikendu (kod nas u UK je bio produzeni, pa se ljencarilo 3 dana). Ne znam kako vi, ali meni se uvijek tesko vratiti u rutinu nakon duzeg vikenda. Inace mislim da moji vikendi nisu nista specijalno, ali ovaj sam morala podijeliti s vama. Nastavite citati i vidjet cete zasto!
Prosli vikend je bio Festival Jegulja u nasem gradu, Ely, (Eel = jegulja). Nazalost, Muz i ja propustili smo dogadjanja u petak, subotu i nedjelju, ali smo uspjeli ugrabiti sat – dva prije zatvaranja Festivala Hrane i Pica i rucali s nogu . Dok smo se tako sklonili od kise i i zvakali nase pecivo s mesom u slasnom sosu, gledali smo demonstraciju Emme Thorburn, pobjednice of Kirsty Allsopp’s Gingerbread Champion 2015. Emma je radila kucicu na drvetu s vilom na ljuljacki. Muz i ja smo se bas zabavljali gledajuci Emmu valja komadice trave i listove, prica s voditeljem, drzi oko na vrucem seceru i zeza se s publikom. Rekla nam je da je isprobala puno razlicitih recepata za kekse od djumbira /malo tvrdji medenjaci) dok nije nakraju naletjela na ‘onaj pravi’ od jedne tete iz Floride. Sad se njih dvije medjusobno prate po internetu. Bas lijepo, sta ne? Imali su i tombolu s nagradom- torta koja je bila demonstrirana. E sad, ja nikad ne osvojim nikakve nagrade, uglavnom zato jer rijetko (citajte nikad) ne natjecem. Onda me u glavi poceo naganjati glas Darrena Browna, pa sam ga morala poslusati jer nije ni on blesav (moras se natjecati da bi nesto pobijedila/osvojila). U zadnji cas kupila sam jednu karticu lutrije bez da sam znala sto je nagrada, i nisam nista ocekivala.
I znate ono, kad slusate na radiju ili gledate tv pa cujete kako ljudi uvijek kazu OMG, pobijedio/la sam!! I uvijek sam se cudila kako ljudi ne znaju nista pametnije reci u tom momentu. Naravno, ja sam rekla potpuno iste rijeci. Toliko o originalnosti u tom trenutku. Evo i jedne slike gdje sam sokirana, golog lica i lose frizure koju sam pokrila kapicom. Sta nije super kucica od medenjaka? Vila se stalno okretala naopako, mislim da se htjela namirisati cvijeca ispred kucice. Krov je skoro nestao, jer ga mocimo u caj kad god stignemo. Njam njam! Puno hvala Emmi na odlicnom medenjaku!
Evo jos par slika koje sam uspjela snimiti prije nego mi se fotoaparat smocio. Neke su od lani kad je vrijeme bilo bolje, a neke su od ove godine prije kise.
I started learning some new ‘things’ while finishing my postgrad studies. It’s a very strange feeling when you’re finished with something that has been taking up all of your time and energy: like there’s something missing from my life and I’m forgetting something, but can’t quite remember what it is. It’s strange finally having more free time, and not having the same thing on your mind for years. It’s like I came out of the dark and I forgot what the outside world looks and feel like. There is future to look forward to. Only I am not the same person any more. Years went by, good and bad things happened.
Yet again I find myself between two stages in life: after the studies and before a new career path. Last time I rushed into something and not listened to my instincts. This time I wanted to take time and research my options more thoroughly and carefully and also take other skills, talents and personal preferences into consideration. I’ll share my experience with you in this post. I hope you find it helpful.
There are a lot of questions to ask and answer when considering a new career path. This is called self-assessment. It enables you to gather information about yourself and put the puzzle pieces together. It is essential that you are completely honest and opened with yourself when answering these questions, so you get the maximum out of self-assessment exercise and can be well informed to find the career path most appropriate for you. I highly recommend getting help and advice from a careers adviser/ counsellor if that’s at all possible. In the UK, universities and colleges offer this service during your education and for a limited time period after graduation or completion of your course, or you can inquire at your county council – local library. I don’t know if things have changed on the Balkans.
Below are some of the questions you need to answer. Some of them are more general, and some more individual.
How do you decide where to go and what to do next (career wise)?
How much do you know about yourself and what more do you need to find out? (Who you were ‘then’ vs who you are now? When I say ‘then’, I mean before you wanted to change career paths, when you were starting your previous job, studies, etc. What made you want to change your career path?
Did you choose your current career path because your first choice seemed impossible at the time? How do you remember and remind yourself what you liked, what were your talents long ago and what are they now? Do they differ and if they do, how/ in what? Have you changed fundamentally, or have you remained the same at the core?
Which values and beliefs are important to you (value inventory)? What do you want out of life and career/ job? What are your priorities? Are you a people’s person or not? Do you like collaboration? What keeps you interested/ ‘out of mischief’/ challenged? Do you like a challenge? If you are the type who gets bored quickly/ within 3-6 months, you might like a job/career employing different sets of your skills and abilities.
What motivates and drives you, what are your needs and attitudes (personality inventory)? What makes you happy? What do you enjoy? What’s important to you?
Which activities do you like and dislike and why (interest inventory)? What are your hobbies, what do you like to do in your free time?
Where do your talents lie (aptitude inventory)? What do you find easy to do? But, importantly, do you also enjoy using your talents? For example: if you are very talented at learning languages, but you don’t enjoy doing it, then you should take that into consideration. What are your skills? How do you join/ combine the two satisfactorily? It is important to distinguish between enjoying research and enjoying learning!
Think of your dream job and does such a job/career exist? If there isn’t, is there a gap in the market for it? Or do you want/need a longer career break?
Where are you willing to compromise, if you are willing to compromise? How much do you need to earn/ how little can you afford to earn?
Do you need to move for any reason (lack of funds, contract running out, studies finished, going back to live with your parents for a while)? It is easier to move to another city / country/ continent if you are by yourself (single and don’t have any dependents – children) if necessary. This move also depends on the knowledge of other foreign language(s).
Changing careers is not an easy thing to do. Support from your friends and family is priceless if you have it. But even if you don’t, stay true to yourself, talk to other people in a similar position and research potential career paths. It’s your life, do what makes you happy.
Have you ever changed careers or know someone who is trying? Do you have any questions or comments about your or friend’s experience? Feel free to share them here.
I hope you’re all well and settled into the New Year 2016 and that you had a good break over the Christmas and the New Year festivities.
I decided to start this year with a sort of a thankfulness post for all the good things in the year just gone by. It has been a loooong time since a whole year was that positive.
Thank you to all of my ‘old’ and new readers who are still reading my blog. I have been less active on the blog in the second half of the 2015. Thank you for still being here.
I am grateful that I was able to give and be a part of a wonderful volunteer team of lovely people from all walks of life in a local charity shop. It was a wonderfully satisfying and fulfilling experience and I also made fantastic new friends.
Helping old friends and business contacts helped me rebuild my confidence. They have known me for a long time, when I was at the very beginning of my career. They gently guided me, taught and mentored me, believed in me and saw my hidden potential that I myself didn’t believe I had. When after a long time they came to me for help, I was so honoured and proud to have been asked to help them, I did it with such a joy and lightness in my heart. And at the end of it, their many sincere thanks were completely unnecessary, because I was so grateful/thankful to them for uncovering all my long forgotten potential, belief and faith in myself.
It was great seeing my Macedonian friend from Germany when she came up to UK for a brief visit and meeting another lovely lady in London with her.
We finally got to have a holiday after exhausting few years. Slovenia was the chosen destination last year. I revisited places after many years (since ex-YU) and saw things with new eyes. It was a fantastic week. We’d definitely go back there again! I bumped into an old colleague there completely by chance and also met a lovely young couple starting a new life and a better tomorrow far from home.
A trip to Slovenia was like a little test for the Balkans, but very enjoyable and without all the pressures usually present when one travels to one’s home city. I might write a separate post about all beautiful things Slovenian, as those lovely people and places definitely deserve a separate post.
I finally went back to Croatia again after a few years. One of reasons for going was my high school’s 20th reunion. The main reason for going was really to make new, good memories and motivation for more frequent visits. Whenever we went there in the past (three times) we were traumatised for one reason or another, desperate for another holiday just to recover.
It was great making new memories, seeing old friends and acquaintances. After so many years I reconnected with my more distant family and it was great to share old memories with them. I also rekindled old friendships and relationships, people I haven’t seen for at least 20 years. This visit helped me rebuild myself, my life and my future on the solid foundations. It gave me strength to close a few chapters of my life and move on. You have to lay all the old ghosts to rest to be able to move on and be happy.
It was great meeting wonderful new people – my new friends <a href="http://bitchydust.blogspot.co.uk/" onclick="__gaTracker('send', 'event', 'outbound-article', 'http://bitchydust find more information.blogspot.co.uk/’, ‘Bitchy’);” target=”_blank”>Bitchy and Zuba (which had started as a ‘virtual’/online friendship ), and Tanja et al. from the 4 City Windows.
Lisa Eldridge’s book Face Paint was finally published and I pre-ordered it. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to go to London, to have it signed and see her in person. I can’t wait to start reading it properly when I cross a few more things from my ‘work’ list. For now, I’m just dipping in occasionally and enjoy all the gorgeous photos (practically salivating over them) and a few paragraphs at a time.
I did, however go to Brian Blessed’s book signing! He happily thundered around our Cathedral for a while and then he patiently signed his book for a tonne of people until stupid o’clock that evening. I also bought an extra pre-signed copy for my mother-in-law and an audio book CD, so I can read his book, and actually hear his voice! Really great treat!
I (almost) closed another career chapter and completed a challenging thesis write-up. I say almost because the viva still needs to be crossed off the list.
You know that amazing feeling when you have completed a very challenging project, met the deadline and a giant weight has been lifted off your shoulders? I earned a giant/ roaring woo(p) of joy (pun intended) and I walked into a MAC store on the way home and treated myself with a fabulous red lipstick. Because I love myself. And then I strutted proudly and confidently out of the store wearing a satisfied lingering Ruby Woo red smile and boarded the train home exhausted, but so happy because I finally succeeded and won, despite every obstacle thrown my way in the past 5 years. And I sent a virtual kiss to all my cheerleaders who were a significant part of my journey.
Thank you to lovely Louise for giving me something to look forward upon the completion of my work: a day in London at the V&A. We thoroughly enjoyed exhibitions of Indian textiles and painful shoes. It was great thinking about and doing something different (= not hard-core science) and relaxing. Seeing fabrics and textiles and different footwear really makes you think about all aspects of life, past, present and future. It makes you think about life, processing of everyday objects that we take for granted most of the time. About different countries, natural resources, cultures, classes; about yourself and your place in this life and all the changes throughout history that brought us to the life as it is now.
Wishing you all the best in the New 2016!
Is there anything that you were especially grateful/thankful for in 2015?
I’ve been in living in the UK for 15 years now. When I talk about Croatia, I don’t say ‘back home’ any more. I stopped saying ‘back home’ quite a while ago. UK felt like home just a few months after I arrived. I love living here. For so many different reasons. One of the things that stuck with me was that there was a lot of green. Green meadows, green hills, green parks (and Green Park). The grass really looked greener here, on the UK side, than back on the Balkans. No pun intended.
One of the first places I wanted to go to, if not the first place, just a few days after I settled into my new routine was a local library. I had no cassette/ CD player yet and was looking for something to read in the evening. And I was curious to see if ‘their’ libraries were any different than ‘ours’ ‘back home’.
One day, I just went in, exchanged polite greetings with the librarians and just had a good look around. As far as I remember that particular small town library was only on one floor. Apart from just books and archives, there was also an audio book section, a CD section, a video section, magazine section, section with maps (A-Z) of different places in the country and a career section slimming supplements.
I never heard of any library having tapes/CDs and videos, let alone a careers section. Well, not a Balkan library in my hometown, anyway. Not that I’ve visited that many libraries ‘back home’, da se razumijemo (let’s make that clear). I haven’t even been to 10 different libraries, so it’s not like I’m an expert on libraries and what they should have and how they should look like. I just assumed they were all pretty much the same, in principle.
Without wanting to sound like a grumpy old woman, from what I can remember in my time, CDs and tapes were bought, and there were places where you went to rent a video. Not libraries. This just seemed rather different to me. A very good different.
When I asked if I could join the local library where I had lived at the time, I was told that I don’t need to pay any joining fee!!! I couldn’t believe my ears!!! I needed a letter from my host family (I was an au pair then), and a photo ID; to confirm who I was and where I lived. And the best part was, that I could borrow more than 2-3 books. I can’t remember now whether it was 9 books (15 years ago) maximum or more for not 2, but 3 weeks!!! I was shocked! That was just brilliant!! 😀 😀 😀 And that wasn’t all!
The libraries here (local ones) are government run. That explains the lack of joining and membership fees, because it comes out of our taxes. This has its limitations, as the budget belts are getting tighter and tighter *blows raspberry*. All the libraries in a county (zupanija) are connected, so you can reserve and borrow books from another library in your county if your local doesn’t have the book you need. If you’d like to return your books/items on loan out of working hours, there is a drop box available.
Libraries also have a fantastic little trolley where they were selling less popular or very slightly damaged books, for a superb price! Sheer heaven, I tell you, for a bookworm like me! These days you can now borrow e-books if you have the right (read: up to date) gadgetry / e-readers.
There are many other useful things in our (UK) libraries, like little exhibitions, careers service, council help desk, etc. But more about that next time, if you’re interested. This was intended as little teaser post to see if you (non-UK readers) would like to know more about my immigrant library experience(s). Or if you’re from UK, maybe you’d like to read about impressions of someone who likes your libraries for reasons different to you? I would like to know what our Balkan libraries are like now.
I’ve written only one review of the MU / beauty sort of experience, and that’s not been published yet. So this will be the first beauty post I’m publishing. I am not sure how good I’ll be at this, but I’m giving it a try anyway. My Cup of Beauty is having an adventure!
A much as I love nail polishes and makeup, I’m not really obsessed with it and my life doesn’t depend on it. I enjoy using nail polishes (often) and makeup (when I can be bothered). I’m not a beauty expert or anything, but I thought I’d share my opinion. I hope you find it useful and share your thoughts with me.
I prefer a proper mani, when you can sit and relax for a while and have a breather, not worry if I’m going to be late for my next appointment or whatever is in my diary/planner. While this was a lovely impromptu mani, the Husband and I were in a rush.
This was only the 5th mani I ever had, but I did notice yet again my nails were filed as they shouldn’t be (in more than one direction). I am really careful about this when I do my own nails as they break in layers easily. The only time I had experienced ‘proper’ nail filing was by a French professional at a hotel spa in Monaco. Not surprising, considering the location.
Anyway…Christine from the TF counter said that the mani is complimentary and that there was no pressure of purchasing. Which was great as I really don’t like pressure selling and run from it like from the Plague.
I was looking through the selection of all the nail varnish bottles Tom Ford counter had and found it hard to make up my mind and choose one gorgeous colour. So I chose two colours instead: Ginger Fire and Black Sugar wikipedia reference.
Ginger fire is a gorgeous, shimmery, vibrant orange with a tiny hint of red. I think it would look great on both lighter and darker skin tones (my opinion, not evidence!).
Black Sugar is a creamy, taupe base with just a hint of red shimmer. That hint of red shimmer is precisely that, a very subtle hint. It is more visible in the bottle than on the nails (even with three layers), which is a real shame.
Brush wasn’t ideal if you prefer wider brushes, like Essie (retail).
Both these colours were quite sheer and needed 3 layers for full coverage (after their base coat). With only two layers of Black Sugar, some uneven coverage was clearly visible. Very slight tip wear started on day 3 and by the next day, the tips were chipped, so I removed it. Rather disappointing for a costly price tag of £26 (12ml).
Would I buy these two colours? Not for that price tag and the hassle of three layers minimum. I can do without it. I’ll probably play with my Bourjois 04Taupe classy and OPI Die Another Day. I won’t get the same mix and texture, but I’ll have fun trying.
Have you tried any Tom Ford polishes? What do you think?
Husband and I went to Norwich on Thursday after we voted. A Fine City, Norwich. As usual, we had a good time there. But I thought I’d write a little post about it because I had really great time and lots of fun, it felt like a little outing.
I love Norwich. We lived there for a few years while I was studying at the UEA. Since we’re still living ‘in the neighbourhood’ (one county down), we like to come up and visit our friends whenever we can. Apart from being a good place to shop, it also has some hills, a nice change flatness of the Fens in Cambs.
We had our traditional lunch at The Pantry in Jarrold’s. We first went there while shopping in the haberdashery part of the store years ago. I like having lunch there because of their lovely cold meats and salad bar. If you don’t make roast dinners yourself, this is a good place to have a delicious roast. If you’d prefer something warm and quick, an omelette or a soup might be more up your street. I never tried those, and keep thinking I will, but I see the salad bar and forget about everything else. I love my salads, so I piled my plate with tomatoes, cucumber, beetroot, a bit of mackerel, a hardboiled egg, olives, mixed salad, etc.; as we planned a late dinner with family and colleagues. I topped it off with a caramel tart and a pot of English tea. As we were there during the week this time, instead of the weekend, the restaurant was rather quiet. We could actually hear ourselves talk (not just enjoying the view), and I chatted to friendly staff there.
After we stuffed ourselves almost like Christmas turkeys, we had a quick walk down the stairs to the ground floor. As I was dragging my feet through the Makeup and Beauty department, looking and turning everywhere, a lady from Tom Ford counter asked if I’d like a complementary manicure as they are introducing nail polish into their range of products in the store. I saw another lady enjoying hers with a glass of champagne, so I said, why not! Surprise, surprise *rolls eyes* continue reading this. Never mind the eternal waiting Husband who was ‘forced’ to go out and entertain himself while I was being pampered by a great guy called Chris, whose mother comes from the Balkans. I chose Ginger Fire (gorgeous, shimmery orange with a tiny hint of red) and Black Honey (a creamy taupe with just a hint of red shimmer). Thank you, Chris and Danielle!
A stone’s throw away from Jarrold’s is a lovely tea and coffee shop – Wilkinson’s of Norwich where I stock up on some teas, when I can’t get what I want locally or want to try something different.
After that, a good talk on the exhibition at the Sainsbury Centre for Visual Arts – Francis Bacon and the Masters . If you’re in Norwich, I recommend seeing it before it closes on 26th July. Some of the works exhibited in this exhibition have not been shown in the UK before. There’s plenty to see, so don’t go around savouring the exhibition on an empty tummy. Unless you are one of those people who practically runs through exhibitions and museums and don’t really think about the works displayed. Picnic on the UEA Broad or a snack or lunch in the cafe there with a view of gorgeous sculptures are a bonus.
I thought I’d write this post as a thank you to lovely Sharon who gave me a little pressie on Sunday last week as a thank you (a lot of thanking here). Something like a proverbial thank-you rakija (vodka). She brought me some lovely eggs.
Htjela sam napisati ovaj post u znak zahvalnosti divnoj Sharon koja mi je pklonila 6 domaćih jaja koje su snijele njezine sretne, šetajuće kokice. Dobila sam divna jajca u znak zahvale (nešto se ovdje puno zahvaljuje ovih dana!).
Free range from her happy chickens! I was utterly touched and very pleased. For a Balkan in the UK, that feeling catapulted me straight back to the said Balkans. You know when you were very grateful to a village or small town doctor? So you or your parent or grandparent bought some coffee, or a box of chocolates or a bottle of rakija (read methanol) – Sljiva, Loza or a bottle of wine; or made some cakes or biscuits or whatever other homemade product and took it to your/the doctor as a token of appreciation. Is that still done down there?
Jako su me dirnula ta divna jaja njezinih kokica. Za mene s Balkana, to me odmah katapultiralo u ona vremena dok sam još bila dijete. Znate ono kad idete kod doktora ili slično, pa ste toliko zahvalni da jednostavno ‘Hvala’ nikako nije dovoljno, i osjecate veliku potrebu da u znak zahvalnosti donesete spomenutom doktoru (ili kome vec), bocu rakije ili kave ili da ispecete nesto domacih kolaca, itd. Se to jos uvijek radi?
I had great plans for those six eggs: pancakes, baking, bread making, fried eggs,… Until I heard my Husband going on and on and on about our holiday breakfast at our friends. Our friend’s Dad keeps happy and free range chickens, so regularly has fresh eggs to give his kids. So when a friend of mine came for lunch yesterday, I boiled three eggs and served them together with some improvised salads and snacks. The eggs were really delicious and yummy!! I have to admit that I really don’t want to eat the rest of those divine eggs, I just want to adore and devour them with my eyes; because they’d last longer than if we gobbled them up straight away. But we should probably eat them soon because they won’t stay that fresh for long!
Imala sam planove za tih 6 jaja: palačinke, kolači, kruh, jaja na oko,… Sve dok Muž nije spomenuo kako se još uvijek sjeća jaja na tvrdo za doručak od kokica što ih ima kumov tata. I nikako da on zaboravi taj okus i osjećaj friških jaja. Tako kad nam je došla prijateljica na ručak jučer, ja skuhala tri jaja na tvrdo uz neke salate i improvizacije od svega pomalo. Ajme divote! Sad moram priznati da mi se ne kuhaju ova druga tri jaja, jer mi ih je žao tako divno friških i ukusnih (radije bi ih obožavala i jela očima), pa mi neće puno trajati ako ih sve brže bolje potamanimo. Znam da ćemo ih vjerovatno pojesti uskoro, jer inače neće više biti tako divno friška.
Did you ever get a proverbial thank-you rakija? Jeste li vi tako dobili ‘rakiju zahvalnosti’?
March was endometriosis awareness month. And in order to raise awareness about endometriosis, a crippling, chronic gynaecological condition affecting 10% of women worldwide. Despite the condition being nearly as common in the UK as diabetes, not much is known about this condition. Not only that, but it takes forever to be diagnosed with it, despite numerous visits to the doctors and hospitals.
I have been suffering from it for a number of years and wanted to help a friend who was told she will have to have an operation soon. Being a woman biologist, I wanted to also get to know the devil inside me and learn about it as much as I could. The more recent knowledge, the better. Not just so I can help myself, and hopefully my friend to make a decision, but also to be able to write about it and spread the word.
So, logically the first thing to do is to go to is PubMed Health, right? If you’re not a bookworm and don’t want to know and learn EVERYTHING you possibly can about endo, down to molecular mechanisms and gene expression, than that might be enough. If you’re like me and you need to know every bloody (no pun intended) detail, then you might want to go to PubMed and look up some good Nature Reviews and see what’s new in the endo field.
I found what I thought would be a really good review to read. And tried to access it. With my university Athens account. Then through Wellcome Library. I even called a woman there at the library desk and asked if she could help me find it and download it. For some reason, this review isn’t accessible. You want it? You buy it! I had a little rant about it on my Facebook page the other day, then decided to write a ranting post about it, too; after I was unable to attend the Endo March in London this past Saturday (28th March); because it still really irritates me.
We can still spread the word about endo and raise awareness, but for endo sufferers, spreading the word is not enough. It would be nice to be able to educate ourselves and others who look at us uncomfortably and dismiss our crippling symptoms as just period pain and tell us it’s all normal or all in our head. How are we to help ourselves if we can’t even access the current knowledge about it?!
Yes, there are other papers and other reviews and books, but that’s not the point. The point is that if we want it, we have to pay for it. Which makes it a lot more difficult to raise awareness with a lot of other people, like professionals who should know about it more than we, the patients, do. So if you don’t have access to certain publications, tough. It’s life, deal with it! The more I ruminate on it, the more I think that someone wants us endo sufferers to spend a lifetime in pain and depression, so we’d continue buying painkillers and contraception meds and antidepressants and HRT. Why on Earth would anyone need #freeaccess to #scientificpapers and knowledge out there?!? Why have open access, when we can all be painfully kept in the #Dark Ages. If it weren’t for our pain, there’d be no someone else’s gain.
I wish I was able to attend the London Endo March on Saturday, I’d have met some great people, walked this frustration off, and had more cheerful material to write about and some great pics to share with you. To those who went: thank you for going it. I was with you in my thoughts.
Do you suffer from endometriosis? Or do you know someone suffering from it? Feel free to vent your endo thoughts with me here.
It’s always been hard to be a woman. In the past and in any place in the world. Things got better in some places. And not in others. It took a lot of women and a lot of sacrifice over a long time. But, I’m not going to write about it here. Instead, I’ll write about what I know and what’s in my heart.
I was a girl born on the in SFRJ. A girl/woman on the Balkans. Looking back, I don’t think female offspring was appreciated as much as it should have been. Now, I realise the same is still true in many parts of the world today.
On the 8th March we did little handmade cards at school as children for our mothers or grandmothers and were taught to show our love for the crucial women in our lives. It’s a really nice thing to do as a kid. It’s a good attempt to teach children about the role and position of women in history, and also how we should treat our mothers, grandmothers, sisters, etc. It would have been great if that idea had a better footing in the society as a whole.
I was often called a boy, because of my short hair and trousers. When my mother was a young girl, she had been told that red lipstick and red nail polish were for only suitable for prostitutes.
When a woman applied for a job, she was asked if she was married, how old she was and if she had any children. Because she’ll need time off for maternity leave, and then more sick leave for her child. If a young woman was offering child-minding services, it was often thought she would be game for anything else required.
When young women or teenage girls complained that adult males twice their age in positions of ‘power’; (teachers, vicars, psychologists, etc.); behaved inappropriately (to say the least) – they were told that it was normal. Often, no support was offered best slimming pills. The word that should have been used is commonplace, not normal. It was also normal that a young good-looking woman would often be patronised or flirted with by a bored male employee of a shop or a bus company. It was also very normal that a woman would be asked by the priest in a confession if she was using contraception while having sex with her boyfriend/ husband.
It was also normal to ask any teenage and young woman if she has a boyfriend and, if not, what she’s waiting for? And if she didn’t have a boyfriend yet, then something must clearly be wrong with her. Something must be wrong with her if she’d rather read books, not cake tonnes of slap on her face and not follow fashion blindly. Surely, something must be wrong with that (young) woman, because her role in life is to get married, have children before she is 25 years old. Because, women’s only role in life is to get married and have children. I write this with heavy sarcasm. What about their wishes, their talents, their passions, their interests, etc?
In some parts of the world women’s rights are better than they have been in the past. Or should I say haven’t been, as mainly they were non- existent. Yet, despite this, there were and are women who have set examples to their daughters, sons and husbands, that it’s not OK to be treated like this. They have succeeded despite all the obstacles, and have followed their dreams. They have turned those NOs into a lot of moving ONs. They bravely faced the odds stacked against them and pursued their dreams. These women have become successful in their careers and become role models for younger generations.
One thing has become clear to me: education is the way out. The way out for every woman. When I say education, not just the education of self, in schools and universities, but for our own futures, and that of our daughters, we should educate the world to give women their rightful place in society. Because, otherwise, nothing will change and people will still not know or think any differently.
Happy International Women’s Day!