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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:flittery.blog.co.uk,2009-11-08:/</id><title>Flittery Fluttery</title><link rel="self" href="http://flittery.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://flittery.blog.co.uk/"/><subtitle>I have never been able to settle on one thing. When I worked, I changed jobs often. I have many varied hobbies which eventually bore me. I think I should be a butterfly.</subtitle><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-08T09:09:13+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:flittery.blog.co.uk,2008-09-24:/2008/09/24/why-do-professionals-think-they-know-it-all-4773201/</id><title>Why do Professionals think they know it all?</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://flittery.blog.co.uk/2008/09/24/why-do-professionals-think-they-know-it-all-4773201/"/><author><name>fan-mail</name></author><published>2008-09-24T14:10:54+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T14:10:54+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;After a series of bowel operations, one surgeon decided to give an enema. From this moment on I suffered with the most excruciating gut pain. There then follwed a series of tests and exploratory ops to try and find out what this pain was all about, even to the point of removing my then cyst covered ovaries. But the pain carried on. I reguarly suffered these pains which often kept me awake at night. My GP (a lovely person)supported me and helped me narrow down to what eventually we belived was IBS (Irritable Bowel Syndome)and I don't care what the 'Professionals' say it started the day I had an enema!
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://flittery.blog.co.uk/2008/09/24/why-do-professionals-think-they-know-it-all-4773201/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:flittery.blog.co.uk,2008-09-23:/2008/09/23/beginning-4767827/</id><title>Beginning</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://flittery.blog.co.uk/2008/09/23/beginning-4767827/"/><author><name>fan-mail</name></author><published>2008-09-23T14:40:07+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:40:07+02:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;I suddenly have time on my hands. I have blogged for many years but this time I wish to remain anonymous so I can flit between my thoughts!&lt;br&gt;
So today I emerge, I sit infront of my screen and ponder. What to do with myself after giving 20+ years of my life to my gorgeous family. It has taken over my life as I have a child who is Neurologically Diverse..... what is this, well you can include Dyspraxia, Attention Deficit Disorder and Aspergers Syndrome and that pretty much covers it. I have to step back and give this person the space they need to grow and this is hard, so hard. As they are forever phoning me cos they know I'll be here to help, to rescue or support, whatever is needed.&lt;br&gt;
In the meantime I need to find myself, who am I. What did I do! What am I good at. Can I find something to do that will really interest me.&lt;br&gt;
I admire people who have a passion. Who love something so much it continues into education where they go on and get a degree or work with in this.&lt;br&gt;
Those who have a hobby that encompasses there free time.&lt;br&gt;
I cannot do this. I have followed many a path but I lose interest and the light dims, till it flutters and goes out. I can do many things, I have many books, I have cupboards full of allsorts of hobbies I have tried, loved and then tired off.&lt;br&gt;
I am a true butterfly! So what does a butterfly do to fill her time we shall see....................
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