So it's been a good few weeks since I last posted, I'd say probably around 6 weeks. I have good reason for this, that I would like to share with you using a passage I wrote just under 6 weeks ago, describing my recent diagnosis of Depression.
Apologies for the delay since my last post. It's been a busy week...of doing not very much! One of those weeks you get caught up in the mundane...
It's been a few days since I last posted. Since the last post my pain has eased somewhat, the same is to be said for the bloating, and I've spent a couple of days planning my next steps to help myself.
The problem with a Chronic Illness is that often it isn't going to get better. And that is a mighty big realisation to come to. Unlike with a cold or a minor injury, there is no pill or bandage, your Dr can't help very much and will almost despair at the sight of you, there is no "7-10 days until you begin to feel better".
I've been treated to a few good days of late but unfortunately yesterday and today have not been so good.
I like looking nice as much as the next girl. But do you know what I like more? Comfort.
Visiting a Dr with any chronic and ivisible illness is a chore. I am certain any sufferer will agree. It requires great emotional preparation, homework and maybe a shot of something stronger than orange juice (although I don't drink, so I'm already on the back foot).
When a good day hits, I often think of Disney Princesses. The sun shines, the birds sing and helpful forest animals pop by to clean the house and dress me…
Today I'm going to talk about my 5 deeply embarassing P's.
The week is over and the weekend begins - Sleep! Rest! No Pants! As other girls glam up to go out, I throw on my joggers, put on some Netflix and chill the hell out (and I mean actual Netflix and Chill, not the naughty kind).