Isn’t Spring So Pretty in Australia? ERRRNNTTT Try Again.

Isn’t Spring So Pretty in Australia? ERRRNNTTT Try Again.

As i was saying in my title, isn’t Australia so pretty ins spring? The leaves are turning green and the beautiful flowers are blossoming and our beautiful native tree named wattle is choking me to death in a fit of an asthma attack! That’s right shout out to all my asthma suffers.

I’ve had asthma all my life but when I was young holy molly I was so bad and this is when my PTSD started. As a child and as a kid in general, my parents were very very strict on me so I did not defy them and if I did well out came the the belt or me dodging different objects being thrown at me such as the remote control to the tv. Not sure why the remote control but i digress.

They, especially my mum, put me into every single sport there was possible but the one I hated the most and was the most beneficial one to majority asthmatics was swimming. I remember she would take me to our swimming club every Wednesday, rain, hail or shine to this thing called Point score where you had to beat your time each week. I use to lock myself in the pools toilet and a little stupid secret I’ll share…. I was terrified of lane 4. Lane 4 is the middle lane and on the bottom of that lane on the black tiles, even that freaks me out, there was the little suction drains. Only the fast people would go into the fast lane and unfortunately it would be me because I was actually sabotaging myself and was good at it. It was always the same for swimming carnivals for school. My mum made me participate and it was just more pressure to perform because people knew i was a squad swimmer by then. i had to do 6am swimming squad, go to school, do my home work for one hour, go to swimming then come home and home work. But I was a dancer. I will share that story another time but I use to be threatened with – no swimming, no dancing.

My asthma was severe. I had the 3 puffers. Ventolin, Becentide and Serotide. I use to have to use a spacer when I was younger. I was in hospital once for so long i had to start school in a hospital school due to pneumonia that I just couldn’t shake off. Its sux that I have a photographic memory of the traumatic times in my life. I just remember being in a hospital bed one night in the children’s ward coughing so much and constantly them putting the mask over my face.I didnt like how it steamed up but I didnt know it was steam i didnt know what it is was.

So what is asthma? Seriously I could ramble on and give you a massive terminology but it’s basically a lung problem that makes it hard to breathe in the most simple of simplest terms but it is so so deadly and should be acknowledged.

The proper definition as well in a simple term is that asthma is a disease of the airways and the structures through which air passes when moving from your mouth and nose right down to the smallest structures in your lungs. 1 in 9 people have it so I guess it not as common as the olden days.

An asthma attack is so scary. Not being able to catch your breath because your muscles in your airways tighten and he lining of the airways swell up and inflame producing that disgusting mucous is absolutely terrifying. The reason for my title is because Spring is when the pollen comes from our beautiful yellow wattle trees, but yet are so dangerous to most asthmatics. We also spring clean so all the dust and dirt thats why most of us asmos try not to spring clean once a year i guess?

There is so many downfalls being an asmo. For example, I am allergic to the food additive MSG so there for I have to stay away from pretty much ALL Chinese food and if I do decide I would like to do a death wish go at eating the Rainbow Beef my throat will swell up and i will have a massive asthma attack.

Then you have the people who are cat lovers and their partner walks into their house for the first time and sees the demon on the couch but he really like the girl so what can he do? He cannot say get rid of the cat same goes with dogs. We all here know how much I love my Leo so my dog stays! But on a serious note if youre an asthmatic you would understand what I mean. People develop asthma in adult hood but to the extreme as a child and not growing out of it I am not sure if its the same. Ive never meet anyone with diagnosed later in their life. Id love to know if they have the same symptoms.

Being very active as a kid has great memories, but some are bad for me like the swimming and squad training, but I know my mum was doing her best to try to stop me from having worse asthma. Im a chronic asthmatic till this day and I am still on 3 puffers…. but that is the least of my worries.

I’d love to hear some of your stories if you or a loved one has someone with chronic asthma. please comment below!

i love you guys so much for supporting me. i have a facebook page and an insta as well. I havent been so well lately so I am so sorry Ive been here and there but I promise you Im trying to make it up to everyone. Your comments from every single one of you are so special to me.

lots of love

PV

My Little Sister, the ICE Addict

My Little Sister, the ICE Addict

This is a very sensitive topic for me. I HATE drugs more than anyone can imagine. I will TRY to really condense this down.

My sister, lets call her umm Sarah and I were brought up in a loving home by two parents that adored us even thought they were very very strict, especially to me because I was the eldest out of us 2. We came from the bronx of my city but my mum and dad had brought their house and my sweet was fun.

When my father passed away, I took over being “Dad” and Sarah began to hate my mum. It was so sickening hearing the words coming out of her mouth I’d tell her to quit it or I make you feel those words you are saying. To be honest, I think Sarah blames my mum in some sick and twisted way that he died and got cancer from her which is ridiculous, she was 16 when he passed away.

12 years of his passing, Sarah meets this guy. Tattoos everywhere, big muscles, very intimidating but I am an officer and a psychologist… I read straight threw and I knew he didn’t want to be at my place ( I have tattoos everywhere shhh lol but hidden) but this was when she was then she tried her first line of coke. See, not all cases of weed smokers turn into addicts like my sister.

I remember, I had just had surgery and I had a very badly complication of it. My sister took me but then told me was to visit her animals as she shares custody of her dog with her ex, who has helped me so much with her. My sister never came back to the hospital. She left me and I started to get anxious, obviously I have anxiety disorder and panic disorder big time so I went into a rage and ripped the IV out of my arm with the bloody coming down my arm and discharged myself and hopped into a taxi. My surgeon had freaked out knowing I had left in the condition I was in. Turns out my sister went to her boyfriend Mat’s house to lines and lines of coke…. and then then abuse started. She wasn’t allowed to talk to me for more that 5 minutes and I could hear him in the background saying “rap it up Sarah, I need you” That was his spell over her – I need you right now. She was thrown threw a bathroom shower screen, car windows broken…. then his little girls use o have pancake Sunday with their daddy. Daddy didn’t show uo. Her was found dead in his room OD’ on my sisters meds he placed beside him and he also slit his throat. My sister is still messup uo to this day about it till this day and she misses him like as if he was her husband.

But then she meet John. This is where the cookie crumbles for my mum and I am her only support, most of our relatives are deceased. My sister was introduced to methamphetamine and once she had that firs puff she is so so close to death.

John belts the absolute shit out of here and I wish I could show you photos but I cannot it wouldn’t be right. She’s caused so much stress on my family. Where is she? Is she alive? Police has come knocking at my door (mum) looking for Sarah again. My sister is so sick that she hits herself with wood to make the bruises stay because she wants to be a victium. She loves being a victim and wants to be sick. Every time I was diagnosed with my cancers or etc she would lie to people and tell people she had cancer too but not to tell my mum and I so we don’t worry even tho she knew it would get back to us. She’s a pathological lier, The other day she told me her lupus was flairling up? What Lupus? Can anyone confirm this? II she not caring havoc in my mums house, enough for my mum to put camera’s. My God she even told me she was kidnapped from one area to the next. I work in forensics. The harm was self inflicted as you could see bursted capillaries in her legs and arms from her drafting from one site

My father, she tells me all the time that she was his favourite one and that now he is gone she has nothing left even though we were close. I told her one day you will regret everything. You’re living at mum’s board free, I had pay board why are you so special? I shrug it off but it still kinda gets to you even though you know it’s not true. She has no sheets on a 2000$ Mattress my mum brought her and she had bread on the mattress and she was putting butter that had been in her room fir about 5 days and she made a sandwhich, the cat licked it and the days she speaks is so….. bogan. Even text messages to me are not disgusting.

Sarah lives in filth. absolute filth. My poor mum does nightshift a lot because she is a nurse and when she is at work my sister deals drugs from her home. there is just so much to write in one blog post. So I’ll leave this at Part 1 and come back and write part two.

Biggestest hugs to anyone else going through a sibling/mother / father/ brother/ wife / husband. We get so freaking angry at them buy why do we always come back to rescue them?

Love PV

My struggle with Babies

My struggle with Babies

I cannot believe I am actually writing this. I’ve NEVER EVER wanted kinds since I was young and when I meet my husband I hit the jackpot because he didn’t want them too. Well…..

Now that I cannot have one at 34 due to my cancer, I am seeing all my friends having babies left right and center. Everyone is popping them out and all of a sudden I am becoming an Aunty or Tsa in Maltese how we say it. It’s really getting me down. I wonder what my baby would look like. Would he get my Dad’s baby blue eyes? Would he get my green eyes? Would he get my husband’s eyes in brow? My curly hair? Would a generation skip and he did get those big blue eyes my dad had and Pete’s Nonna’ has? You can stair are them for days. I wonder if he would be a dark colour like my father was, I use to be dark skin but lightened over time.

But am conflicted. Babies are a lot of hard work but mother’s say it’s worth it – yeah well perhaps wait till they’re 13/14 years old is all i CAN think of! I don’t know. Maybe it’s because everyone has had a baby this year and I am older I feel like I am loosing out. But I will love my nieces and nephews like my own.

i chose a career over a baby which was fine, now I have current issues I am facing muc bigger than a baby. a 32 year old one. I’ll save that for my next post.

Lots of Love

My Leo … My Best friend …

My Leo … My Best friend …

I have always wanted a Bull Terrier for so long but I wanted to adopt one but they’re usually snapped up pretty quickly for some reason when they’re in the pound but on one fateful day, I saw an ad in Western Sydney, 2 hours north of where I live, that two bull terrier pups were up for adoption but I had to be quick because they were scheduled to be euthanised. I told my husband this and we had just moved into our new house and started to prep for a dog but just not so soon but I begged him please can we go and so we set off.

When we got there, I seen this gangly, long legged looking puppy trying to be matched with this massive viscous German Shepherd and i BEGGED the lady to stop them from pairing them because it was horrible to watch, so they took the pup back to its filthy cage filled with newspaper, shit everywhere and just poor conditions. I asked to see the bull terriers and she took me back to the long legged but small puppy. He definitely wasn’t a bull terrier more like a pitbull terrier but I fell in love straight away. I was in love. Pete wasn’t sure and I had already said to him, I’m going to call him Leo after Leonardo diCaprio, my favourite actor. I felt so sorry for his sister but I really wanted a boy and I often think about her.

On the way home, Leo took full advantage of my air conditioned car and slept the whole way home. He was the perfect fur child. He is the best 500$ I’ve ever spent.

When we arrived home, we took him on a tour of the house and showed him every room before he bolted out the backdoor as soon as we opened it and he just rolled around on the green, soft fresh grass.

Leo is my everything. He is not a registered “service dog” but to me he is. If I am feeling anxious I hold his paw and he will just lick my hand non stop and give me unlimited kisses if I need. If I am sick from treatment, he will wait outside my ensuite on all four paws and wait for me at the door. He sleeps with me everynight either at my feet or snuggling up to me. I love my dog so much and to think that there is so many animals that are just as beautiful as him stuck in pounds kill me ready to be put to be put to sleep.

If you’re looking for a furry friend I encourage you to do so if you’re capable to look after him/her. They’ll love you unconditionally and they’re great for PTSD. They’re always happy to see you, they do not judge you, they love you and just want to be with you.

Please adopt. Don’t shop.

Love Petite Vibrant.

Mind Over Mater….

Mind Over Mater….

Mind Over Matter!

Hello! Everyone

Sorry I’ve been a little slow in the blog department. I’ve had a few deaths in the family and some really bad shit going on in my life. I am planning to sit down and make a video about it.

Have you checked out my youtube channel? I have been doing my makeup and just reflecting on things on my mind. I just want everyone to feel beautiful – use a nice, bold lipstick today, wear your favorite hat or put on some of your old time fav tracks and listen to the music that made you feel beautiful.

This week I want to share this story with you I wrote – please enjoy

If you’re a cancer patient like myself or going through chronic illness, then you know the troubles—that come along with it—can often become unbearable.

If you believe that this “mind over matter” philosophy doesn’t work, then you’ve got some rethinking to do. The way you think shapes the way you live, which ultimately determines the state of your health.

Mental stability is just as important as physical stability. In fact, your mental and physical state are directly linked. How you organize your thoughts directly impacts your health.

If you don’t believe me, then allow me to change your mind by giving you 5 ways adopting the mind over matter philosophy can help you overcome any problem!

1. Positive thinking encourages better health

Have you ever thought why people with a positive outlook on life live longer?

If you didn’t know this already, what goes in your mind affects your body deeply. People who encourage positive thinking tend to not only live longer but also healthier.

So lighten up your mood and get lost in the dreamy world of happy thoughts!

2. Trick your mind into believing

If you believe in something one-hundred percent for a long time, then your body will work to make it happen. Self-hypnosis can help you lose or gain weight, quit addictions, and even manage chronic pain.

So if you believe that you will beat cancer (and you will!), your body will put up more of a fight.

Don’t wait, start believing now that you will become better and you will beat cancer. Also, surround yourself with people who encourage this kind of positive thinking.

3. Believe in a higher purpose

As I explained before, your thoughts empower you to become a better version of yourself.

People who believe in a higher purpose firmly believe they can overcome any problem. By accepting that anything is possible, they unlock powerful resilience within them.

So, if you don’t believe you have a purpose, then you better change your outlook on life.

4. Meditation never hurts

If you want to get better sleep, reduce stress, control anxiety, increase focus, have more energy, strengthen your immune system, then start meditating.

Keeping these impressive benefits in mind, it’s easy to see that the 10-20 minutes of effort spent on meditating daily pays off in the long run.

If you don’t believe me, try searching “effects of meditation” on Google. I can guarantee you won’t see even a single source that has any negative thing to say about meditation.

5. Resist negative thoughts

Negative thoughts can hurt you.

If you’re taking medication but don’t believe that it will help you, then your chances of being cured reduce significantly.

So resist negative thoughts whenever they try to creep into your mind. Try to change what you’re thinking of something that triggers happy thoughts instead of sad ones.

Mind Over Matter Can Even Help You Beat Cancer

Mind over matter is the perfect philosophy for improving your mental hygiene. If you implement the 5 ways I mentioned in your life, then you will significantly improve your chances of beating cancer.

Don’t believe me? Check out this recent study by Harvard that concludes that a healthy lifestyle helps prevent cancer.

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A Small Quick Reminder and News….

A Small Quick Reminder and News….

A Small Quick Reminder and News

Hello! Everyone

I just wanted to thank everyone so far who has come to my blog to read my content, but I’ve just started.

I am going to start to open up about my illnesses and what I do to cope and hopefully help someone out there feel as if they can push through with it with beauty or feeling better by looking at your best.

I would really love to hear your story, I’d really love to speak with you to raise awareness about any chronic condition out there no matter how big or small you may think it seems, it’s still a battle, a battle I hope we can all support.

Please don’t forget to join my FB group With Pain Comes Beauty.

 

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