It really has been a while – the laughable thing is, I think I actually started my last post in January 2019 saying that, so ‘while’ might be a bit of an understatement for my two year absence. Don’t put on a brave face, I know you’ve been lost without me… BUT I’M BACK AND BLOGGING AGAIN!
It’s hard to know where to start and how to talk about everything that’s gone on, especially given the horrendous things we’ve all had to endure over the past year or so with COVID. No number of words I could write would do justice to everyone’s suffering and my heart truly goes out to everyone who has struggled with the global crisis. I’m not even going to try and address how tragic it’s been, I think we’ve all exhausted ourselves reading about it and I can’t even begin to fathom what some people have been through. I wanted to acknowledge this before I proceed to ramble on about myself and my life for the next few hundred words… But please know, my thoughts are with all of you, whether you’ve suffered massive losses or whether you’ve just missed your coffee trips at the hands of COVID; it’s been a rough run, hasn’t it?
SO, where to begin?! Brief summary: when I was last blogging, I’d been recurrently unwell with abdominal pain from endometriosis/adhesions and I’d had surgeries to treat this. I had my final surgery in September 2019 and from then on, I had a year and a half of absolutely stellar health. I was ready to start LIVING BIG TIME but, you know, then we were hit with a global pandemic… It put my social butterflying on pause but I tried to squeeze in as much joy as I could. Being better allowed me to start a masters I’m insanely passionate about and start a job I love – did somebody say ‘thriving’?! HELL YEAH. So, there I was, pandemic is progressing in the background and me pottering on in my merry way. In the interest of full disclosure, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hella pissed off and frustrated at the state of things; there I was finally well enough to start doing things, and everything has to stop because of the pandemic. Feel like I need to say here that in no way am I saying I suffered greatly at the hands of covid, but you can see where I’m coming from right?! Anyway, so I’m pottering on, doing my job, doing my masters, squeezing in a wild night out whenever restrictions would allow, things were as good as they could be in the current worldwide crisis. Then, sadly, my partner and I broke up after about three and half years together – it knocked me for six (just a little bit) and the sense of loss matched the fab love we had while we were together. We stay in touch now, we wish each other the best and I am thankful for the absolutely fucking wonderful times we had together. As a result of this, I went on some interesting dates towards the end of the year – some amazing, some peculiar to say the least! So, that’s a brief recap of me from 2019 to the end of 2020 – there I was, doing my best to live my zestiest life within the global disaster that we face.
My best friend, Leila, and I on a fabuloussss night out… We tried to convince multiple people we were in a two-man a cappella group. Make of us what you will!
Cut to 2021, I’m bringing in the New Year drinking with my parents and wearing stilettos in the lounge because I’ll be damned if I don’t bring in the year with style. Floating about, living life, getting sick of the pandemic like we all are and I start to get twinges of pain in my abdomen again. Now, my first thought always seems to be ‘fuck, what if it’s my appendix?!’ Jokes on me, kids, I haven’t had my appendix for four years now… The pain I had the surgeries for has come back with full force and it has floored me… I’m back at it again with the heavy pain meds and regular contact with medical professionals. This pain isn’t like my chronic pain (that’s there every day) that sort of fades into the background and let’s me get on with shit, unless it’s a particularly tricky day, this bad boy pain DEMANDS to be felt, there’s no ignoring it.
That’s where I’m at right now. Sort of in limbo waiting to see what will be done to help this pain, hoping for the best and very much fucking keen to get back to living a zesty life. I’ve been meaning to start blogging again for months and months, no exaggeration, but the longer I’ve left it, the harder it’s been to start again. So much to update you on, so many bloody updates to install on my blogging platform, the real nitty-gritty problems of life, you know?!
One week I’m partying like the birthday queen (from my bedroom), the next I’m in hozzie.
Anyway, here I am, I’m back and blogging again – putting words on the ol’ digital paper seems to help me and some of you have been kind enough to message me saying that reading my thoughts helps you too. What better time to start writing than when it’s the middle of the night and you’re dosed up on pain meds? No time like the present, I say!
I’ll be back soon – I’ve already got some ideas of things I want to write about, we could all use a little bit of joy I think. If all else fails, I’ll resort to writing about my dating experiences so you can laugh at my expense.
Stacks of love,
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