Don't you just hate it when that happens?

So, I just spent spent the best part of 30 minutes writing my blog when I deleted it by mistake. Just as well it was bliddy awful.
I'm still trying to decide what direction to go in, so please, bear (bare??) with me on this. Can't decide to go for humve you serious and witty, or emotional and heartfelt. Any views welcome. To give you a little background info to help you decide, my name is Lynn. I'm 40, and I have a devestating genetic disorder called NEUROFIBROMATOSIS. Type one. Oh yes, its real, not just an invention of Dallas circa 1979, (remember Digger, Pam's dad?). Because of it, I've not worked since 1995, I've had 20+ operations, and, by the way,  only one of my arms work. Just to make things interesting, its my left, and yes, I WAS right armed before. So you see, I have rather a lot to fill you in on. I'd better get my thinking cap on. Good night folks

So now what?

'You should do a blog' says my mum, as we watch Julia and Julie, (or is it t'other way around? Hmmm) that film with Amy Adams. 'Wouldn't have a clue how to', say I.
'Look it up on Google' says she, so I do, and a couple of hours later here I am. Except I don't know what to write....Really...she says as the tumbleweed blows past on the evening wind. As this is my first time, I suppose I should have had my subject ready, but I didn't. So now either you've just wasted 5 minutes reading this, or on planet reality, no-one is looking so it doesn't matter anyway. Anyway, at 22.40 its past my bedtime, so I'm going to deliberate what to write tomorrow. Oh, and hope I don't wake everyone up tonight screaming. I suffer from night terrors y'see. Oh what a fun gal I am! Bye for now x