Bariatric Downs…

I havent posted for a while. Six days and it feels like months ago, time goes very slow when you don’t feel your best. Sorry for the last photo! But anyway, after I was discharged I went on an outpatient waiting list. 6-8 weeks. Despite me saying how sick I was on the tube feed.

Feeling a little let down

I’ve had a great 15 day stay at the hotel NHS Hospital where I have seen first hand the hard work and effort the nurses put in to caring above and beyond their duties for those admitted. However, I’ve also experienced the miscommunication between consultants, difference of opinions resulting in differing advice and therefore ultimately

Disappearing catch

They rush around in blue and white People crying Pain and sorrow Healing and heartache Waiting waiting waiting The patients are an endless sea Nurses the disappearing catch Soon the sea will be empty of catch and patients cut adrift to drown amongst themselves Growing ever vaster.

Frail

Looking pale Body failing Operated on slowly healing Hair white Bed pan in sight Up at night no delight Nurses fussing Feel ignored Sleep all day Soon get bored Unsure what else life has to offer Not quite sure why they bother Keep on smiling Say the right things Don’t complain Made of stronger things.

Bless Our NHS

But damn the Tories and Branson. As I sat in A&E, at 7am, on Tuesday, doubled in pain, I look up and see the wait time list, 10 hours. Now luckily for me I guess, I’m not here with a break, I’m here with internal pain around my stomach and gall bladder and having had

Let it go

I realised I’ve been holding onto so much. Thoughts, opinions, things that are none of my concern because other peoples actions aren’t my issue and their thoughts their own not mine. I’m letting it all go, I don’t care because it’s none of my business too. I am only responsible for what I think and

Excited!

My husband has planned a surprise trip! Now I have to pack… Do I take fancy clothes, warm clothes or everything I own? He’s never done this before but said I needed a lift so part of my Christmas present is this. Proper giddy!

Teens need hugs too

Especially mine but on their terms of course. I don’t know what triggers anxiety and panic attacks with me or my teen, sometimes it just happens. Last night around 10.30pm I had a tearful, shaking 16year old rush in, jump in my bed and hug me. I held her close and told her I was

Such sorrow in Family Values

There was a young man who unfortunately married the wrong woman. He suffered years of abuse and when he found the strength to leave his parents picked up his shattered heart and life and gave him all they had to rebuild his life. They housed him and his children, sharing rooms so they could all

Eeek, honest RNY post.

Off to see my new Bariatric surgeon who has been assisting me in the UK, Leeds, with the post operative issues I’ve been having. To say I’m nervous is an understatement. I’m unsure whether I will need another dilation to the stricture I had at my stomach exit, or maybe my current issues could be