Tag: frustration

Kaput!! (More Bad News)

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse in my world, they just did! My laptop completely crashed again today. It was utterly kaput, defunct, expired, deceased, and needing more than the kiss of life to revive it. I lost everything; all my work and all my open tabs again, where I had stored all my blogging friends’ valuable posts and more besides. This happened to me a few days ago, although not on such a large scale as today. I’m past the stage of crying now, and if I could let myself go, I would scream very loudly.

Last time, my techie guy came to try to reset my laptop. Today, he had to come back again and was here for over two hours, having to reinstall everything. He charges £45 ($57) per hour. Today’s fee was nearly £100!! Added to that was the fee for coming out last Monday, which was a Bank Holiday. The total came to £175 ($221).

To add to all my despair, I had a tooth taken out this morning. It was an unexpectedly complicated extraction (more about that tomorrow). I was in the dentist’s chair for forty minutes, having had six injections to properly numb my mouth. I had to pay to go privately, as my regular NHS dentist couldn’t extract my tooth because I have a pre-existing condition, which makes having teeth out a risk. In the end, after much pulling, pushing and tugging, I ended up with three stitches.

When the anaesthetic started to wear off, I was in agony. I had strict instructions to just sip water and not to eat anything solid, not that I’m hungry anyway. I still feel quite traumatised and exhausted from the whole procedure. Tomorrow, I can eat soft food and drink warm drinks – whoopie doo!! The cost of my extraction, strong painkillers and antibiotics came to £500 ($632). Add that to the laptop repair, and it totals over £600 ($760)!! It looks like I won’t be getting much shopping this week. Just as well, my appetite has disappeared.

So … here I am again, begging for forgiveness for losing all your recent posts. Honestly, right now, I feel like throwing in the towel, but I know if I did that, I would only regret it. I so wanted to catch up on your blogs, but it looks like it’s not meant to be.

I’m absolutely shattered now, so will head on up to bed in the hope that a good night’s sleep and more painkillers will help me to feel better in the morning. I really do hope so – it’s been a day and a half today!

Concentration (A Poem)

Having had my grandchildren, I’m now so behind
I’m still very tired, and my strength I cannot find
I’m struggling to find words; my concentration wrecked
though it was worth every minute in retrospect

I’m trying hard to read and even more so to write
every minute of the day and well into the night
I’m rather exhausted with so much in my head
but still, I greet my friends with my arms outstretched

My writing is my passion, and I don’t want to stop
Another hobby I don’t need, so I don’t wish to swap
I fell in love with words and rhyme many years ago
but I am just an amateur, so I go with the flow

I’m somewhat absent-minded; I need to pay attention
I tread very carefully and write with apprehension
I’m so grateful to my readers; you mean so much to me
You fill me up with courage and dismiss my apathy

Occasionally, I am lacking, and I can’t seem to share
Sometimes I get stuck, and I’m pulling out my hair
But with such good friends both far away and near
I have so much gratitude, and I’m full of good cheer.



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Oh, No, Not Again … (Poem)

Oh, no, not another day of the inability to write
I’ve started seven pieces; not one of them is right
Frustration is building rapidly, hour after hour
I’ve lost my sense of humour; my expression rather dour

I had a late night yesterday; is that why I can’t write?
I look a little pale, and my complexion’s rather white
The cat’s a little better, though; she’s lying in her box
She’s peering out the window at the seagull flocks

I’m struggling to get this week’s piece of coursework done
I’m stuck and not finding it easy, and it’s not a lot of fun
I’m scouring the dictionary for words that I can use
Resorting to Thesaurus while I’m desperate for a snooze

Often, when I write, the words just seem to flow
Today, I should have finished this at least six hours ago
It’s Mother’s Day, for goodness sake; I ought to take a rest
This isn’t an exam or an English language test!

I don’t know where the time has gone; it’s almost time for dinner
If this was a competition, I surely wouldn’t be the winner
The evening’s drawing in now, and soon it will be dark
I’m at the point of giving up, so s%d this for a lark!!




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Poppycock (A Poem)

Here I am, bamboozled* again
Can’t write a word, which is a real pain
I’ve been thinking a lot but getting nowhere
So frustrating when I wanted to share

Not been that long since I was last in this place
Embarrassed, I’m dumb with a frown on my face
Why am I writing this meaningless rhyme?
Watching the clock as it ticks away time

Perhaps, I’d be better to take a short break
A mug of tea and a piece of fruit cake
Waiting patiently for my muse to appear
D’you think I should call out an engineer?

Maybe, I should consult the town’s quack*
It won’t take me long to get there and back
Will he give me a pep talk or give me a drug?
Don’t know what to do, as my shoulders shrug

Why, when this happens, do I feel such shame
As eventually, I produce something again
Whether it’s worthy or whether its trash
I wonder if it’s just balderdash*

Dare I say yet again; I’ve got writer’s block
It’s happened before; writing poppycock*
Why is it so tough to be a good writer?
I refuse to give up; I’m known as a fighter.


*bamboozled – a slang word for puzzled, confused

*quack – a slang word for doctor

*balderdash – a slang word for rubbish

*poppycock – a slang word for nonsense




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Stumped Again (A Poem)


Once again, I’m rather stumped
My lacking words cannot be dumped
onto this page, crisp and white
when I do not know what to write

I thought I’d conquered writer’s block      
so this has come as quite a shock
My keys are silent; my pen can’t write
I sat here, dumb, into the night

What topic shall I write about?
This I cannot figure out
I tried again in the early morning
just as the rosy sun was dawning

I don’t have time to have a break
I force myself to stay awake
I’m tired of all this concentration
Perhaps, I’ll do some meditation

I haven’t written for a week
I’m stuck right here with poor technique
I’m halfway through a true-life tale
but miserably, that’s still a fail

I’m concentrating very hard
but every word simply jars
Relax – breathe in – and then exhale
Damn!! Still, it is to no avail.



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Writer’s Block

I’ve been sitting here all day, staring at the clock
I’m trying to write a poem, but I’ve got writer’s block
I’ve got several partly written, but none of them seem right
As I’m looking at this naked page where everything is white

I’m getting so frustrated; oh, come on, get on with it
I’m stuck on what to write, and time’s getting on a bit
Get your brain in gear, dear; don’t sit there in a huff
I know you’re getting bored, and you’ve really had enough

I could try again tomorrow, but I want to write today
There’s a lot on my mind, and so much I want to say
I’m refusing to give in and will not give up the fight
If I have to sit here crying all the way through the night

It’s coming up to dinner time; I’ve not got anywhere
I think I’ve lost the knack; at least, that’s what I fear
I could watch the telly, but the signal is on the blink
So, I sit here, mind vacant, and I don’t know what to think

I’m at the point of giving up, but I’ll know I’ll be so cross
If only I could say that I don’t give a blooming toss.
But, no, I simply can’t, as I was hell-bent on achieving
Now, I’ve lost all my words, and I sit here sadly, grieving.





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