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, Days 39-56: It kind of petered out towards the end.

I Quit Sugar, Days 39-56: It kind of petered out towards the end.

…eh.

In hindsight, giving up sugar for a period of time during which I knew some Important Things were probably going to happen, was probably not the greatest idea I’ve ever had.

In saying that, though, I was in the 7th and 8th weeks of this eight-week journey when the Important Things happened, so in a way, I felt like I had already succeeded doing what I wanted to do when I started this, which was to kick my sugar addiction to the curb.

Also, no pre-Christmas baking can ever occur without the baker sampling the fruits of their labor, many times over. I’m sure that is written in at least one of history’s great cookbooks. And if it isn’t, it should be.

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I Quit Sugar, Days 24-38: Crochet, Cramps and Cracking

I Quit Sugar, Days 24-38: Crochet, Cramps and Cracking

Apologies for the lack of updates. I’ve been busy with Christmas present prep.

I don’t earn a huge amount of money, so I thought that for Christmas this year I would make many of my gifts. And so I’ve spent most of my free time learning/practicing crochet.

And it’s pretty fun, I have to say. Maybe in a later post I’ll put up pictures of things I have created.

So that took up my head space for most of Week 5. This week is Week 6, and I’ve spent most of it so far in bed. To explain, I woke up on Monday with sharp stomach pains. They carried on throughout the morning, coming in waves of varying intensity, and I decided to visit the doctor. The doc says it’s probably something muscular and to keep up a course of paracetamol and ibuprofen, and I’ve spent yesterday (Day 37) and today either in the bed or bath, trying to arrange my body into the least painful position I can manage. It hasn’t been fun, at all.

And today I cracked. I bought a Crunch bar, and have eaten the whole thing. And I feel… the same, I guess. I don’t really want to eat any more chocolate, which is probably a good sign. I don’t feel particularly bad about it either. It’s kind of nice to know that I am still able to give myself a break when I’m feeling unwell.

That’s all I got for now.

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.”

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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