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(Oct 15, 2012)
I know you are all on the edge of your seats to know about my health….
(for those who aren’t there are other posts available on cheerful topics such as depression, educational standards and dementia).
Or of course there are other blogs available.
So… me and my pain and the lump just to the right of my belly button… the lump that hides from the medically trained and the pain that only occurs when I’m not in the presence of the aforementioned medically trained...
(undated)
Sometimes with a blog there’s nothing to write about…. sometimes too much. Other times you tend to just feel that yet another post on a similar theme is going one step too far.
But hey… who is this blog for… not you.
Me.
Between this blog, my small terrier and his walking habits, my counsellor, some medication and the natural passing of time I’ve come out the other side of an overlong session with another larger blacker dog.
I wouldn’t say...
(Sept 28, 2012)
Never let it be said that I don’t learn from my mistakes… but let it be known that Sods Law overrides learning from your mistakes.
I’m still suffering the ‘pains formerly known as gall bladder pains’ plus other random abdominal various pains which may or not be related to the ‘pains formerly known as gall bladder pains’… yanno the ones that got worse and more insistant since that last GP told me it can’t be gall bladder have some Fybogel in case its IBS....
(Sept 20, 2012)
I’m seeking comfort this afternoon as I’ve been in pain pretty much all day.
The dog (recovering well but still not chipper) and I have spent most of the day on the sofa, reading, snoozing, and trying not to lick the operation site…. (me the first two, Lucky the latter two)… its definitely one of those days I’d like to comfort eat…. buttery crumpets, crisps, cake, a bacon sandwich perhaps.
But of course I can’t.
To try and escape...
(12 Sept 2012)
Yesterday I ate cheese…blue cheese…a small piece and an oreo cookie.
This proves my pain memory is less than a month long.
I thought there was a small chance of it being okay – I used this argument to myself stood in front of the cheese section in the co-op. “
I have no gallstones” I told myself… “that’s good” I replied “becuase I’ve really missed cheese and am going without dairy products apart from a bit of zero fat plain yoghurt that I don’t much...
(Aug 22, 2012)
I went for my ultrasound scan today…. nothing…nada….
She had me lie on every side and the jelly was joy upon joy -warm (a technological advancement since I had pregnancy scans).
But no stones…. not a one to be seen.
Luckily I was booked to return to the health centre this afternoon to see my GP and get fresh stocks of the drugs doled out by Ipswich A&E…. my GP cast a professional eye over the scans and admitted nothing was to be seen out of the...
(Aug 20, 2012)
the weight is still dropping off me on my enforced low fat diet….
I just spent a very happy half hour in the dressing room trying various things on that i’ve thrown to the back in disgust over the last year or so…. everything fits. In fact many things feel like someone elses clothes.
Confidently I advanced to step two…. flicking through for all the things I bought because they were lovely, AND cheap even though they didn’t fit me. Like a pale blue Kew...
(August 19, 2012)
When I visited my doctor and had gall stones originally diagnosed about a month ago she suggested I’d be wise to eat a low fat diet.
So I did.
Another flare up and the doctor in Ipswich A&E, whilst on holiday, tells me I need a zero fat diet…. at which point finding food becomes a nightmare… bread has fat in it…. brown rice for chrissake has fat in it, even baked potatoes which the doctor said were good – have fat in them.
So I eat...
(August 7, 2012)
A swift overnight with my bear on Friday night on the way to pick my mother up… sitting in the car for three hours played havoc with my gall bladder and associated (hopefully associated)! pain and so I had a night of gentle and solicitous bear and a good and fear free sleep being held…
…and then the week begins… I have my elderly mother staying for a week. She comes over more regulary now under the cover of having her hair done over the road… mostly it...
(July 26, 2012)
…and we’re off to a cracking start to the summer holidays.
(although it hardly feels like the boy has broken up as he’s back in the school building for playscheme most mornings for two weeks and music school in the afternoons).
But anyway… a cracking start… a re-occurance of my vomiting and stomach pains of a couple of weeks ago. I sensibly made an emergency doctors appointment for the afternoon… but didn’t quite make it that far as part way through...
