More than just a bag lady

This week the country's junior doctors went on an all out strike for the first time ever in the history of the NHS. I for one fully support them because I honestly think that this is the thin end of the wedge and sadly I believe that by the time my kids are adults the NHS will have died a death and been broken down and sold off to the highest bidder. The problem lies not at the feet of over worked, under valued doctors and other NHS employees but with governments past and present for using it as a political football and with  us the patients. Now that may seem controversial but I think that we now rely heavily on the NHS to provide care for our elderly when years ago they would have been cared for within the family, we expect to have instantaneous fixes for all of our health problems, many of which are as a result of our poor lifestyle choices- smoking, drinking, drugs, ready meals and takeaways etc and the increasingly sedentary life we all lead. Instead of being accountable for o...

I've still got pouchitis. I thought it had done one but once the antibiotics finished it came back full force. And I'm tired. I'm tired of spending hours on the loo, tired of getting up 3, 4 or 5 times plus a night, tired of being in pain and tired of being tired. Pouchitis just drains me. I feel like I'm flushing away my energy as well as the contents of my bowel every time I go to the loo. And no matter how much I try to catch up on sleep by resting or having a nap in the day it always seems to be one step forward, 2 steps back.  I was due to go on a friends hen do on Friday night. I had my train ticket to Lomdon booked, my hideous neon 80's outfit packed and Bestie's birthday present (to save on postage) but yep, you guessed it, I didn't make it. Another  hen night that I've missed out on. I've actually only ever managed to go on one hen do- and that wasn't even mine! For mine I had planned a boozy weekend in Benidorm (don't judge me!) but...