More than just a bag lady

I was lucky enough to get discharged on the afternoon of the 23rd which meant I was home in time for Christmas. It was a bit touch and go for a few days as my bowels really didn’t want to start working again and I was in soooo much pain but a festive enema kickstarted things and I made it home! It meant that Christmas Eve was a bit more hectic than I would have liked but I was bloody grateful not to be spending Christmas in hospital. I had presents to deliver to family that was isolating with Covid, I had to wrap Hubby’s gifts and finish wrapping the kids stuff and was on the hunt for a reindeer antler for the dog as my usual pet shop had sold out. (Reindeer antlers may sound very Christmassy but they’re a natural dog chew and he has them all year round but he was in need of a new one for Christmas.) It was about 6pm by the time I sat down and was ready to relax and by then I could not be bothered to cook so a Dominoes order was made. Trust me- the kids weren’t complaining! The four of

I’m back in my second home, the bloody hospital, again. I’ve had a couple of bad days this week but I spent Wednesday night going to the loo every 30 minutes and then began vomiting yesterday morning. I couldn’t keep my morning medications down but I was hoping that I might feel better later in the day so I went back to bed and managed to get some sleep. But I woke up in agony in the early afternoon and tried to take my meds but I started vomiting again and didn’t stop for almost an hour.  Hubby rang the ward to let them know I wasn’t well and to see if I could be admitted straight to the ward without the need to go in via A&E but they didn’t have a bed. We got to A&E about 3.30pm and usually they take me straight through to majors and get me on a trolley but this time they left me sat in a wheelchair in the waiting room to be triaged by a nurse. I was in so much pain I was sobbing and because of covid restrictions Hubby wasn’t allowed to stay with me so I was there all on my o

Nothing is ever straightforward when it comes to me and medical matters. So it’s no surprise that getting my next covid jab was a bit of a palava.  First of all instead of needing a booster jab, I needed a 3rd jab because I was on immunosuppressants when I had my first two. It’s the same injection but it’s how it’s recorded on the system that matters as I will need to have a booster jab in 3-6 months time and if it’s not recorded as a third jab then I won’t be able to book a follow up booster. We all know that when the time comes to book my booster I’m going to have loads of problems because that’s just how things go.  The issue I have had is that when I had my first two jabs I was told that I couldn’t have the Phizer one due to all of my drug allergies and phizer is pretty much the only one being offered in Nottingham as a booster.  So when it came to booking this one I tried to find out where I could go to get Astra Zeneca or Moderna. Now you’d think that if you rang 119, the Covid ‘

This weekend has been super busy. As well as the kids usual football and netball matches the England netball team were playing in Nottingham so of course we had to go and watch them. So on Saturday as soon as Big Girl’s own netball match finished we made a mad dash to the Arena to watch England take on Jamaica. The match was brilliant and seeing netball played at such a high level is inspiring for Big Girl. It’s fast paced and although it’s technically a non contact sport it can get a bit argy bargy at times, which makes it all the more exciting.  England won 66-47 but due to Covid the players weren’t allowed to give autographs or have photos taken with fans so Big Girl was really disappointed. When we got home I was knackered so went straight to bed so I could recharge my batteries ready to do it all again on the next day.  On Sunday morning before going to watch day 2 of the netball we made our annual family trip to get the Christmas tree 🎄 We always have a real one and we always go