Put Your War Paint On

Hello, you!   Forgive me for any errors in this post, I’m writing it dosed up on codeine and morphine. I’ve been back in hospital this week and I’m now under the care of a consultant for further investigation – it’s all fun and games. Since I got home, I’ve been lolloping around in a painkiller haze, rocking my unicorn jimjams (don’t know whether to be proud or horrified that I own these age 20) and desperately trying to find a new series to get into. Something that has been SO important to me when I’ve been ill (be that mentally or physically) is PUTTING MY WAR PAINT ON. Just to clarify… by this I do not mean army stripes and tribal markings. I mean glorious MAKE UP. If you’re a regular make up wearer, like myself, putting your make up on, even when you’re feeling so shitty it’s almost beyond belief, can really help you to feel more like yourself again. People have sometimes said to me ‘are you seriously putting make up on just to sit in the house????’ but it makes me feel more like it’s a normal day. I’m not saying it’s going to cure you… View Post

The Only One in Your Race

Hello, you!   I’ve been away for a while – after the last health debacle, I felt relatively peachy for a grand week and a half before I felt the pain again. Back to hospital we went and after many doctors and surgeons, I had my appendix taken out. Since then, I’ve been lolloping around in pain, taking my morphine, binge-watching The Blacklist (10/10 would recommend) and waiting to get better! Due to this pain in the arse, persistent illness, I’ve had massive chunks of time taken out of revision which has meant I’ve had to defer to of my uni exams. Although this isn’t the end of the world, I’ll admit, I’m a bit miffed. Some of you might think ‘HOORAY, what’s the miserable cow complaining about?!’ but it’s hard to see everyone celebrating with their prosecco (not that I see the hype, in fairness) while I’m sat on the sofa in my space jimjams (oh yes they made a VALIANT return) unable to celebrate.  At times I thought, ‘ah everyone has finished but I have to wait till summer’ and there have been other times in my life where I’ve felt the same – like when they thought… View Post

Everyday Champions: Nurses of the NHS

Hello, you!   Well, this hasn’t been my finest of months… From mid April I’ve had a stabbing pain in my lower right stomach – after being seen by MANY a consultant ‘is it the appendix?’, ‘is it her ovaries?’, the assumption is that I have a pelvic infection – and so begin two weeks of antibiotics and heavy painkillers. My immune system is practically non-existent so I’ve had a fair few infections in my merry time, but I’ve never known anything like this. Given that doctors couldn’t work out exactly what was causing the pain, even after multiple scans, I was in hospital, discharged and readmitted three lovely times in ten days – demanding painkillers left right and centre.   Notice my snazzy space pyjamas out in full force;)   Now, this isn’t a ‘break out the violins’ post – it’s been horrific but people battle far more troubling illnesses and I, by no means, feel like I’m the worst off. Instead, this post is to talk about the absolutely WONDERFUL nurses I was treated by – the champions of care and kindness. I understand that some people think the NHS is pretty shambolic at the minute, and with waiting times… View Post