this is why my feet hate me.
found via google image.

This week’s blog is about….dance.  yep.  dance.

If you know me at all, you know I’m a proud little Scot.  I joke about the fact we always had Scottish dogs in the house (Cairn Terriers to be exact…best breed ever!) and that my parents put me through golf lessons when I was young just to prove we were Scots.  The only other sport I played was football (actual football…not FOO’BO! aka American Football).  I literally wear my pride on my sleeve

I did say literally didn’t I?

One of my favorite ways to show that pride, that I was unable to do for almost 3 years after a bad knee injury is dance.  I’ve done most forms of Scottish dance.  What does that mean?  Well firstly, my joints are shite….But I help that with glucosamine and such (no really, it does help a tad), I have tendonitis in both feet from dancing on the balls of my feet constantly, I have a hard time fitting into skinny jeans because I gots thigh muscles yo (I’ll stop with the faux homie language someday).  Does that mean I’ll stop?  Probably not.  I LOVE IT!  All forms

I love Step dancing for the footwork and solo work.

I love Highland for the precision.

I love Royal Scottish Country Dance for the patterns the dances make.

I love Ceilidh dancing because it encompasses all dancers beginner to experienced to the random person who decided to unknowingly see what was happening and got pulled in.

I’ve danced at festivals, faires, various events.


obviously not me…but loved the image nonetheless. Found on google image




So, why post now?

I’ve been in New Zealand for 2 years….Before that, I had a major break from all Scottish dance forms due to the knee accident (I did try and OMG too much pain for a long time), what they don’t tell you when moving here is you are on an island.  Granted, it’s a colonized industrial Island…but still, a set of two islands.  No matter where you are moving from, there is disconnect.

Now, I’m shy and a bit of an introvert…so making friends is hard.  keeping myself from going insane is even more difficult.

I’ve recently been attending the local RSCDS as it’s roughly a minute away and I needed to get back to it.  I’m also practising step again…I don’t know why I waited so long to get back to it! Aside from the obvious when I was healing, but even after…I was good to start dancing again…and not to brag, but I was quite good before that.  When I am actively involved in Scottish dance, I’m much happier in general, I feel more confident and fun.

….I do have a bad habit of teaching students tullock turns…the only reason it’s bad is because then they want to do it all. the. time.

I also like the people I meet through it, it’s a common interest thing and nowhere else can you feel like a fashion goddess when you get a new pair of dance shoes (no really, I purchased new AWESOME ghillies…and when I came to class with them it was a “Show them off!” “Let’s see!” “How do they dance?”).

I was having a think on all this last night (nearly missed my part in a set by accident as a result…oops).  I’m better when I’m dancing, sure…I’ve gotten some injuries, some ankle sprains, shin splints, had to tape my arches after a rather rigorous day of performing just so I could walk the next day…but I always feel like I’m better when I’m dancing (despite silly dramas with other dancers…face it, they happen).

When I was originally getting into burlesque….I had planned on dressing my step/highland dance skills up to fit the stage and THAT being my thing.

I got a bit distracted by glitter and nostalgia.  Which is odd…I slightly loathe glitter.

I never did bring my real persona to the stage.  That may be where some of my bitterness started.  I haven’t been formally trained in many other forms of dance…just the random stuff I learned through drama.

I’ve taken a looooong break from being on stage.  I’m hoping to end that break soon, I’m currently re-working everything I ever thought on the Cabaret scene and how I want to be a part.  Thanks to the Kongos “Come With Me Now” I have some inspiration to start working on…Hopefully I’ll be performing at more festivals here again and bringing a fling or two to the stage again.


“Adults don’t get ear infections”

So, this marks a new turn for A Shot of Scotch.  One in which, I actually update.  I think I was trying too hard to be entertaining and sometimes…my life isn’t a never ending storm of comics, insightfulness and crazy.  sometimes life is just trying to beat a level in Katamari while meds kick in.  So, I’m going to start updating once a week with whatever the hell is going on…people seem to be interested in life in NZ, so let’s give the people what they want…and if I happen to come up with something funny, a comic or insightful..yay.


moving right along….”Adults don’t get ear infections” (if you know me at all…you know this is crazy talk!)



the face of happy…this is what a multiple trips to the doc and no sleep for 3 days looks like..oh and ear drops, that’s what they look like too.

That is what a doctor told me last year when, as usual, my left ear was hurting and itchy and draining last year.  She didn’t really look at my ears, just told me “Adults don’t get ear infections…you’d have to be REALLY sick to even get one.  it’s just your allergies and your ears equalizing pressure”  she prescribed me an antihistamine I could get at any store and sent me, confusedly, on my way…in pain.

going back to childhood for a mo…

you know those hearing tests they do in primary school?  yeah…I failed.  I didn’t know you could fail, but well…let’s just say, it took me ages to hear any beeps or clicks in my left ear.  I had to see a specialist, they put me in a dark box of a room and gave me a toy bunny so I wouldn’t be scared.  Needless to say, it was discovered I have partial hearing loss.  which means, if you are talking to me on my left side, it may be a bit muddled.  if it’s in a loud room/bar/club…I cannot hear you.  Also…I have troubles telling if I am talking loud enough (which causes me to talk too loud at times)

That ear infection….cleared up on it’s own with at home treatment…which is rare.  but has happened before.  it was lucky.


But I was pissed!  I wasted money to see a doctor who clearly….did not give a shite.


Fast forward….


About 2 weeks ago, my ear started giving me stabby pains (imagine an angry little gnome with a blade and something to prove…yeah, that’s what my ear felt like)…I went to dinner with my partner, wherein, I got a stabby pain…we picked up some stuff for ear pain at the chemist.  The next day, still a bit of pain and….I couldn’t hear very well. at all.  But, I was stubborn.  didn’t want to waste money..then, the day after I woke up to fluids.  I could hear fluid in my ear.  I think Michael practically forced a phone into my hand so I’d call the nurseline at least.  less than 5 mins later, I call my clinic…request a different doctor and am getting ready for an appointment an hour later.

My new doctor, I love her.  She actually listened to me, showed a lot of concern.  she checked one ear, fine.  then…the left.


it’s never good when your doctor makes this face…

yeah…not so good.  wheee! antibiotics and pain meds!

Last week…try as I might, I couldn’t make it in to more than 2 days of work because I was in immense pain and having bad spells of vertigo…so back I went, one time just to get a doctor’s note.


and then it got weird….infection was in my right ear.  and the left full out middle ear infection (severe)!  Sent home with more antibiotics and strong ear drops.

I’m still battling the angry little gnome who’s stabby stabby in both ears.


the lesson here?  I waited too long to see a doc the first time….after my bad experience, I was stubborn and I’m paying for it a wee bit (although, I have had bad infections like this before….but not in ages!).  That’s been life in a nutshell for the past two weeks.

Not the most amazing post ever, but like I said, I’ll update with whatever is on my mind from week to week….if something funny, artsy or whatever comes out of it.  w00t.