Is it ever possible to extricate yourself from the preconceptions of any medical professionals you have to deal with? Continue reading A Medical Trojan Horse?
If we were having coffee I would tell you that the cup needs to be a hell of a lot bigger! I had a proper night out for the first time in almost a year and realised that occasionally sacrificing comfort for fun is more than worth it. Continue reading “(A Joyful) Weekend Coffee Share”
I’ve detailed in the posts here and here how difficult it was to get someone to take my symptoms seriously. One of the most important aspects of that journey was how convinced the doctor was that I was suffering from some kind of anxiety – to the point of talking over me when I tried to protest. At the time, I just believed that he was making a huge assumption based upon one blood test. Nearly nine months down the line inconsistencies have surfaced that suggest something else may have been at play. Continue reading “A Hidden Agenda?”
If we were having coffee I would tell you that this past week was littered with physical and emotional shocks. Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share (On Wheels)”
I’m not writing this for your sympathy: I have no need, or desire, to receive a plethora of ‘get well soon’ messages (not to be ungrateful – it’s just a little beside the point…) I’m writing this for the people who, like myself, cannot use the word ‘allergy’, but know all too well that certain substances are detrimental to their health. I’m also writing this for the people that goad them. The people that claim that an absence of an EpiPen is a sign that we are merely fussy eaters: that the substances we put into our bodies have zero effect on the illnesses we suffer from. The ones who believe that if a reaction isn’t immediate and deadly that the ‘sensitivity’ is fake. This horror show is for you.
WARNING: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF THE MENSTRUAL CYCLE ARE CONTAINED IN THIS POST. Continue reading “Bread, Barley and Blood”
If we were having coffee… …I would apologise for all beverages being virtual (again) mentioning the irony that Christine Miserandino’s Spoon Theory was conceived in a cafe. I would then tell you that I woke up with a spoon deficit on Wednesday and had been trying to claw back some of that energy ever since. Once … Continue reading Weekend (Virtual) Coffee Share
We’ve all met them. Those allies who, either deliberately or unconsciously, make you feel so much worse about yourself, about the way you choose to live, and how you deal with your own challenges. These are the people who, when you’re at your most vulnerable, make you feel selﬁsh, ill-informed, and downright idiotic: and their attempts to ‘help’ you are about as beneﬁcial as rubbing sand into your eyes. Continue reading “3 People The Chronically Sick Always Meet”