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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Ten Foods & Drinks That I Firmly Believe Make up Part of My Soul

Ten Foods & Drinks That I Firmly Believe Make up Part of My Soul

Hi everyone!

Apologies for it having been a few weeks since I last wrote on here. For reasons that I am not quite ready to disclose yet (it will be written up in one or several Most Epic Future Blog Post/s), I have been unable to do any writing. But those reasons now appear to be a thing of the past, and I am back and ready to entertain you all with my words.

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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’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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