Category Archives: Pog Life
Tangle-y words
For a hypnotherapist I’m scarily good at getting my words in a tangle. The good news is that ‘confusional hypnosis’ is a thing so when my words come out wrong I can confidently convince myself that it was what I’d … Continue reading
Oh arse. Sheep arse.
I have sat here all day, running client Zooms sessions. It wasn’t until the fifth session, as I waited for my client to log on that I looked at the view behind me. And realised that the toy sheep on … Continue reading
Dancing in the strobe lights
I went to the hair dressers on Wednesday – it was the second time since covid started that I’ve been. When you’re as infrequent as me they just give you anyone and this time the tiny lady with the scissors … Continue reading
Laughing through numbers and names
Today was a good day. Today there were only a few tears and then so much laughing I left Mum and Dad’s house wheezing… Because today an Occupational Therapist visited to help Mum bake a cake. Mum told me last … Continue reading
Losing words. And sometimes a little bit of my mind.
Tuesday is the day I go and help out Mum. She had a stroke in May and it left her with slight wonky-ness – in her body, her thinking and especially in her words. Conversations with Mum can vary wildly, … Continue reading
Hi honey, I’m home
I last wrote a Pog Blog post on June 15th 2018. I added some posts to document lockdown in Covid last year, but I stopped as….well, it turns out not much happens in lockdown and it went on and on … Continue reading
Exit: The cookie monster
Shall I tell you a secret? You know the diploma I’m doing? I didn’t really think it through. You want to know how I ended up studying psychotherapy and hypnosis really, truly and honestly? I was reading a book. Not … Continue reading
Princess Pog and the (magical) tiara
The other day I mentioned in this post that Sister 1 had progressed the ‘lets embarrass our sister with weirdly addressed post’ competition, by sending me a parcel addressed to ‘Princess Pog’. We currently have a lovely decorator man here … Continue reading
Full Marks (#stepmumwins 2)
Himself eats pretty much anything I give him, his boys do not. I don’t think I even need the fingers on one hand to count the meals they will eat, and it’s a source of much frustration, especially as we … Continue reading
Note to self: Engage brain
I’ve never been great at remembering to engage my brain before speaking. Or at all, really. I think these conversations over the last day or so sum that up quite well: Himself: Isn’t that plant the weed we pulled out … Continue reading
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