I'll be honest — I've been avoiding writing this one.
Not because there's bad news. Quite the opposite. I've been superstitiously, irrationally terrified of jinxing it. Because as of today, the 20th of August, I have been out of...
The third time, it turns out, is not the charm.
I have now attempted to be discharged from Castle Hill Hospital on three separate occasions. Each time has been its own particular exercise in frustration. Each time I have told myself that surely this ...
I’ve been in hospital for a month today.
I didn’t plan to mark it with anything. There’s no milestone worth celebrating at four weeks — no trophy, no certificate, no moment where someone comes in and says well done, you’...
The meeting that followed Tom's early morning visit was, in its own way, just as significant as the visit itself.
If the problem was that nobody had full oversight of my case — that decisions were being made in isolation, that information e...
England lost to Argentina in the semi-final last night. Two minutes after the final whistle, a nurse came in to tell me I was being put on a 12 hour drip for phosphate and potassium. No explanation. Nobody knew why. Just another thing happening to me...
