thanks all. i am feeling very crap atm. i have had a couple of bad appts with the nurses and its left me feeling really bad.
one nurse justs sneers at me, with no attempt to understand that depression, an eating disorder and long term steriods got me here. if i went up to an anorexic person and said "eat a piece of cake every hour", do you think they would say "oh thank you, it's all so clear now, i will do exactly that. praise the lord, i'm cured"
the nurse when she was giving me extra dressings asked "doesnt your husband mind doing this for you" in a really horrible, looking down at me tone of voice. i said "no, he loves me". she said "oh well thats nice". bitch.
i didnt wake up one morning and say "hmm, i wonder how many slices of cheese on toast it would take to kill me". you dont even realise at first anything. its my fault that im like this in exactly the same way that it is the fault of the anorexic that they weigh about 5 stone and the fault of the bulimic that they throw up all the time.
no other form of eating disorder is so unrecognised. i am killing myself as surely as the other side of the coin starves to death, but nobody cares. if i had any other ed, there are clinics, residential centres, support centres, recovery programmes etc etc. with this, you get told eat carrots and walk 3 miles a day.
well halle fucking luyah its a bloody revelation. i have an unaddressed PIT of fucking dispair in my gut that i am shoving bread into so fast i am singlehandedly keeping Hovis in business just so, for one second, i dont feel so empty, but its all so simple to cure with carrots and a brisk walk. i cant stand up for more than 2 minutes, but thats a minor detail.
and isnt it lovely that when you try to explain how you feel, all you get is that you are not taking responsibility! i know its my responsibility but that doesnt change the fact that its so hard and would it kill the world to at least recognise an emotional issue when they see one? i mean, who in their right mind would carry on like this if they werent in the grip of something that felt stronger than they were?
so anorexics, get away from that mirror and go eat cake. bulimics, stay away from the bathroom. oh look, all our frigging problems are solved.
phillip - over 50.