I have been so busy trying to find answers for my hip, complaining about horrible consultants through the proper channels and generally being miserable, that I seem to have completly forgotten to post about the fabulous long weekend in August that was Discworld Convention 2018. Since Sir Terry’s passing, the conventions are still running in … More Everything’s Better With Discworld!
Well, maybe not my hip, but my crappy consultant. You know: the one who showers in Daily Fail and walks out on his patients when they’re mid-sentence answering his questions. The one who ignores your partner/spouse/relative/carer and talks to you as though he’s addressing a toddler. Oh. Did I not talk about him in detail … More Hips *DO* Lie, After All!
I had my CT scan a week ago, and we trundled back to hospital on Monday for the results and a plan of action. Except I didn’t get to see my lovely, laid-back surgeon; I got stuck with his boss – the one that I disliked on sight when he came to my bedside in … More Hip-Cracking Misery, And Bad Bedside Manners
Things are still not right in my hip, and as yet nobody knows why. I was sent for an urgent x-ray two weeks ago and the results are still not in; I’ve called my surgery today and begged them to chase it up. I’m also being referred back to my surgeon, who discharged me months … More Hip Update, Part The… I’ve Lost Count
My bruises have gone, and my scar is all but healed. However, things are still Quite A Bit Wrong, and seemingly not improving. Things are not supposed to click, crunch or ping when I stand up; things shouldn’t feel as though they’re moving around inside there when I move. I really shouldn’t still be wheelchair-bound … More Hips Don’t Lie, And Other Stories
I shan’t divulge his name because I’m too professional for that and I’m not mean, but I didn’t like the head of physio from the moment I saw him after my hip operation. He extended his hand for me to shake, and it was like clutching limp, soggy lettuce – and I never trust such … More Why I Hated The Physio Guy, And What I Should Have Said To Him
Just so you know, before you open my “read more” thingy, there will be a montage of photos spanning the last three weeks since I broke my hip. If you don’t like bruises or sutures, I suggest you don’t read past the cut. Since breaking my hip I seem to be doing very well. It’s … More On The Mend (Or, I May Actually Be Superhuman)
This time, I have no glorious bruises to show you (which, for me, makes a nice change actually) but I do have some pretty epic injuries all the same. Therefore, it’s time for me to do some epilepsy awareness stuff again. Blackouts. I hate blackouts. They last for mere seconds, but they can do a … More Epilepsy: Here We Go Again
I wouldn’t say it was awful, but it wasn’t brilliant. The fates conspired to ruin nice things for me by sending the Lurgy Fairy (in bloody Sweden of all places, while I was on holiday!) but we managed to make the best of it. At least my liver regenerated, right? So that’s good. Hoorah for … More Kicking 2017 Out Of The Door
Watermelon mocktails. I must try these! For some time now, I have been concerned about my drinking. Ian Duncan Smith and the DWP knocked me off my happy little sober wagon last year, and I have been struggling to climb back on ever since. Add my liver cirrhosis into the mix and I absolutely shouldn’t … More A Twist In My (Lack Of) Sobriety