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

What Am I

I can be solid and liquid Creatures dwell inside me Men take from me I give life and take it away I have a natural power I can be calm and raging I am connected to the Moon.

Love Yourself

This journey is still a struggle. From knowing I’ll never be able to eat a full size meal to surgery problems and hair loss, there are pitfalls I wish I’d known prior to going through with it. The worst is actually the body dysmorphia. I still buy clothes too big and feel big myself and

Nordic Light Candle Holder

What reminds you of your Mum? For me it’s this Nordic light candle holder, not because she is Swedish or Nordic although she certainly could be with her green eyes, blonde hair and height; no, because she bought this for me and she loves dragonflys. So every time it’s on, and I see the so

It’s raining, again.

The UK is usually thought of as grey, rainy and cold but for a few years now it’s been quiet the opposite. So the recent heavy rain has been a bit of a shock and caused flooding all over the country. My garden looks like a mini lake. Today is volunteering day at the Riding