of my fucking body.
Went to the docs today as I had discovered a lump, which even I suspected might be a swollen gland, but,.......
I have,
Very very iron deficient,
Extremely low blood count,
Both leading to severe anaemia,
A low grade urinary tract infection(?),
A low grade cervical infestion(?),
Abnormalities on my cervix, including 'erosion of the cervix' and possible cervicitis.
And thrush.
My toe nail dropped off (), not unusual apparently.
Bloody miracle I have achieved anything at all over last six months all considered and Doc thought I was doing well not to have spent last six months in bed.
So I have been referred as a matter of moderate urgency, (before actual toes start dropping off!!), to a lovely gynaecology specialist.
And am being blasted with iron, and anti-biotics when he can figure out exactly what to give me.
And it is not my fault and he has officially told me I am NOT going mad, even though it has started to feel like it over the last ,well feels like forever.
I will improve, but he says it will be at least SIX bloody MONTHS, Before I am back to anything like normal.
Oh fucking joy.
OK. At least I know some of what is wrong and from there we can start to put this poor little body of mine back on track.
ONE huge whinge, that my weight loss has been a huge bone of contention between H and myself and have said all along that I am not 'dieting' anymore, that I can't eat sometimes, it makes me sick and I can't swallow. And I simply don't 'feel' hungry, so I do it because I know I am supposed to, not because my body is reminding me too with hunger signals. And that stress (Lololol) triggers this.
And I was right..............
However, water under the bridge.
And everything, almost, that I have moaned or complained about for however long, chronically exhausted, insomnia, aches and pains everywhere, (toe-nails dropping off!), etc etc, could all be linked to the above so I might be able to look forward to feeling something close to normal at some point in the future.
I am attending my aunts funeral on Friday
So I am going to have a couple of days feeling monumentally sorry for myself, and then give myself a sharp kick in my rear (do join me in this), in being 'pro-active' about getting myself well.
So fuck, wanking, shitty, CRAPPY start to yet another year, and this is MY bloody year so if anything else wants to happen, get it over and done with now cos I will be kicking ass for the rest of the year.
So there.
I have eaten three chocolate biscuits in the writing of this post, but no goats were hurt.