‘Learn to Rest, Not to Quit’

Hello, you!   I am absolutely living by this marvellous Banksy quote at the minute – ‘If you get tired, learn to rest, not to quit’. It’s almost a month on from my surgery (you can read about it here) and as the pain is VERY gradually getting better, the exhaustion from everything that has happened is really starting to set in. Every Sunday I say to myself ‘I’m going to go into labs tomorrow’ and every Monday morning I’m unable to get out of bed, due to a combination of pain, painkillers and lack of sleep. It’s been very frustrating because I hate not being able to do anything and I’m going a bit stir crazy. Yesterday I said my famous sentence, that I was planning on going into uni on Monday, and my lovely boyfriend said ‘try not to get your hopes up because you always get disappointed’ – he said this in a kind way, don’t worry, not a ‘lol good luck with that one, love’ way! It really resonated with me because I need to let my body rest, just because I don’t go into university at the minute, doesn’t mean I’m quitting and giving up,… View Post

Get Well Soon

Hello, you!   Those of you who follow me on Instagram or Twitter may know that I’ve been really unwell again – the pain I experienced in April/May time returned. This time, it clearly couldn’t be my appendix (as originally thought) as they had already removed it earlier this year – you can read about this here.  Over summer, I had twinges of the original pain – it was so distinctive – I assumed, and desperately hoped, that it was just scarring from the operation to remove my appendix. In early September, the pain started becoming more frequent, with a couple of twinges happening per day instead of over a couple of weeks – I went back to the doctor and he said to see how I went, book an appointment for three weeks time and review it then. Little did I know, in the space of those three weeks, I’d have had two more appointments with a new consultant AND a surgery. On the 15th September, my pain became so unbearable that I had to go to A&E, they refused to discharge me given how much morphine I needed so I stayed in for a couple of nights –… View Post

For the Love of Gigs

Hello, you!   I don’t know whether you do too, but I bloody love gigs. Music runs in my family (I can hear my best friend saying the ‘no one runs in your family’ joke right now) and I’ve grown up surrounded by it so gigs hold a lot of value for me – some people prioritise having extravagant possessions, but for me, life is all about experiences. It all started at the youthful age of 9 where I attended my first concert – wait for it… Pussycat Dolls and Rihanna on their joint tour. I remember being rather amused when they kept filming Rihanna’s bum to put on the big screens – thinking about it now, it was quite an odd thing to do given that the majority of the audience would probably have been female and whilst we can all appreciate a good GIRL CRUSH, it wasn’t really what we went to see. Anyway, I digress… Baby me cried at feeling the bass in my chest (very autistic of me) because I didn’t understand what it was, but once I knew it wasn’t hurting me, I couldn’t get enough of it! Fast forward 11 years and I think… View Post

Tales of Two Adventures

HELLO, YOU! I feel we needed a capitalised greeting given it’s been such a bloody long time since I posted anything on here. I’ve been having a FAB summer, with lots of adventures, which has been so lovely after all the shitty illness and surgery stuff – it’s been busy! After my last blog post, I went to Cuba; I’ve wanted to go there since I was about sixteen so I felt VERY lucky to finally have the opportunity to. My favourite thing about the place was unquestionably the people – as Cuba is such a poor country, lots of the citizens don’t have a lot of money but they have SO much spirit. We spoke to lots of staff at the hotel, all of whom had to travel two hours every day to get to and from work, many worked two jobs and had very limited time off because they wanted to make as much money for their family as possible. A tour guide told me that doctors there make around $35 (USD) per MONTH, which is about £26. Everything is mad expensive out there because almost everything has to be imported, so the citizens can’t really afford much.… View Post