More than just a bag lady

Yesterday I had my first clinic appointment with the consultant in Nottingham. As much as I love St Marks one thing I won’t miss about their clinics is them running 2-3 hours late (although that did give me the time to spend with my friend Kitty who would always accompany me to the clinic where we would sit catching up, putting the world to rights and discussing our bowel habits without a care in the world!) The last week I’ve been feeling even worse and eating is becoming more of a challenge again. There’s not a lot I can manage now that doesn’t send me into hours of agony and if I eat any more Quavers I will start to look like one! The fatigue is crippling and I’m pretty much stuck in bed although I am trying really hard to get outside for a little walk with Buddy when I can even if it’s just for 10 minutes.    At the clinic I was greeted by one of the Deputy Sisters from the ward who just so happens to be one of my favourite nurses on F22. She is quite possibly one of the happiest p

 Today I’ve had a busy morning involving a trip to the dentist and the hospital. I had to go to hospital to have some blood tests done to see how my haemoglobin levels are doing on the new iron tablets. I’m not sure there’s going to be a big improvement cause I still feel exhausted and breathless a lot but hopefully I will have the results back before my appointment with my consultant next week so we can make a plan. I originally went to the GP surgery last week to have the blood tests but after two nurses spent 45 minutes trying (and failing) to find a vein they admitted defeat and decided the hospital phlebotomists would be the best people to do the tests.  I’ve mentioned in a couple of previous blog posts that I’ve had toothache for the last couple of weeks and I’ve tried my hardest to put off going to the dentist but it’s been getting bad. Every time I eat or drink anything I’m getting a shooting pain in one tooth in particular but there are a couple of other teeth that are sore to