My Acute Illness Story, Part 3

My Acute Illness Story, Part 3

CW: illness, pain, hospitals, health uncertainty, cancer discussions, images of hospital rooms and equipment, and a fair amount of panic and crying on my part. As far as being unwell, not knowing why you are unwell, worrying that you are really unwell, and going through major medical stuff is concerned, this post has some pretty heavy paragraphs. Everything turned out well in the end, but please do take heed of these warnings before reading.

What ho, Fatshion Hustlers!

And here we are, at the climax of My Acute Illness Story. Finally you will find out what it was that caused my pain and misery, as well as what was done to fix it. Are you ready for me to finally uncover the answers in this dramatic tale? If so, read on.

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My Acute Illness Story, Part 2

My Acute Illness Story, Part 2

CW: illness, pain, hospitals, health uncertainty.

Hello again, Fatshion Hustlings readers.

This here is the next part in my Most Epic Story About My Acute Illness. Hold onto your clot-preventing socks as I delve further into this incredible tale of uncertainty, nervousness, excitement, pain, and a frequent need to urinate.

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My Acute Illness Story, Part 1

My Acute Illness Story, Part 1

CW: illness, pain, hospitals, health uncertainty.

As I hinted during my last post, I had been missing in action for a couple of weeks after Christmas. There was a pretty good reason for that. I was ill.

I am now fine. Resting up very well in fact, at my parent’s house in the Cotswolds, where I expect to be living for some time. But for a couple of weeks there, I was very unwell indeed. More specifically, I was in a very large amount of pain. It’s an exciting tale of discomfort, trouble sleeping, A&E visits, misdiagnoses, hospital admittance, scans, surgery, and recovery, with lots of twists and turns. So, I figure, what better way to tell it than through a series of well-written and hilarious blog posts? Read on and be amazed.

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I Quit Sugar, Day 9: Definitely Not Getting Any Easier.

I Quit Sugar, Day 9: Definitely Not Getting Any Easier.

What up, Internet?

I’ve been meaning to write something about this for a while (9 days, to be precise), but other things like working and cooking and eating and sleeping kept on demanding my attention, the selfish bastards. But finally I find myself with half an hour or so of free time before I must enter the land of nod. I’m showered, my phone’s on the charger, and a cup of decaf English Breakfast sits on my bedside table. What better conditions could there be for writing about my feelings of CONSTANT, NEVERENDING WANT? Continue reading “I Quit Sugar, Day 9: Definitely Not Getting Any Easier.”

I’m Going Bald. Fine.

I’m Going Bald. Fine.

Greetings, Fatshion Hustlers! How have we all been?

I’ve decided it’s time to talk about something that I have been dealing with for a couple of months now. Assuming you have read the title, yes, I am losing my hair. I have been aware of my losing it for a while, but it was officially confirmed a few months ago by a visit to the Belgravia Centre (hair loss specialists in the UK).

But you know what? I’m cool with it.

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Cripes, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Well, here’s a story for you all.

Cripes, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Well, here’s a story for you all.

I went to the doctor this morning.

Not an unusual occurrence in itself – I’m on regular medication and there were a few little things I was concerned about. We had a chat about them, all seemed well, and I really liked her – she took my health anxiety seriously, she gave me helpful ideas, and I’ll definitely be seeing her again (despite the rest of this entry).

Then she says “now, let’s talk about your weight”.

Fantastic, thought I.

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Being Comfortable In My Body

Being Comfortable In My Body

This follows on slightly from some of my previous posts on self-identifying ugliness, hair existing everywhere and being proud of jerking off. Since I am a fat activist and a lot of my blog posts concern issues of discrimination and self-acceptance in the stupid-arse face of discrimination (or at least, they are starting to – I haven’t had this particular blog for very long), talk of body pride comes up regularly, and now is as good a time as any to disclose some details of my journey to body acceptance. Because the weird thing is that, despite being fat, ugly and virginal* in a world of thin, beautiful, non-virginal people, I would say I’m more comfortable in my body than most of the people I know. Continue reading “Being Comfortable In My Body”