Every woman dreads it, but every woman needs it. And women shouldn’t be afraid to have this procedure done. I was supposed to have mine last year, but my broken hip meant that I was unable to do so. Advertisements
We all know that life loves nothing more than to throw us the occasional curveball. However, the very act of conception can do the same. For instance, I had a schoolfriend with severe Cerebral Palsy caused by lack of oxygen at birth: he could only communicate via a computer or a Bliss Board. When … More Things That I Didn’t Ask For
After Saturday’s very serious desire to commit suicide, I bit the bullet and saw my GP on Monday. She was extremely supportive; she listened, asked me what I’d like her to do, and referred me for a mental health assessment. She could see with her own eyes that I wasn’t at all safe with myself, … More Depression: The True Monster Under The Bed
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)