In the Autumn of 2011, I spent hardly anytime online. In fact, I spent several weeks on several occasions, battling my defunct body in the hospital. I remember a lot of emotions from those weeks I spent in isolation, unsure of what was happening, what would happen and how I was going to cope with it all. The smell of cannula plasters. The familiar sound of monitors going off. The…
diagnosis 2011
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That Seven Year Itch
Yesterday, I made my way to work; another Thursday commuting through town. Nothing special, nothing new, nothing different; just the same old routine. The same thing I’ve been doing for months over the summer. I scroll through my phone, enjoying the Throwback Thursday as I do most Thursdays, to find myself fixated on the date. My Timehop shows me everything from September 6th. Everything on that date from the last…
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Six Years On – Diagnosis
It was a desperately horrible August, 2011. I’d never suffered with health problems, but this current run of feeling unwell just wasn’t going away. If anything, every day, it got worse. So much that weeks had passed and I just could not remember the last time I had eaten a meal, the last time I’d had a solid BM and the last time I hadn’t been sick. I was a…
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Diagnosis: How I Feel Five Years On…
A casual Twitter conversation launched me right into this; right back to the moment when I was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease: How much from the day I was diagnosed with IBD do I remember? I remember the fear. The unknown factor. I remember the hospital trolley I lay on whilst I wanted for my scope. I remember the pain I was in, the unbearable agony my stomach was giving me;…