Posts Tagged“health”

A Letter to My GP

Dear GP, I’d address this personally if I knew which GP this was going to. Is it the grumpy one who told me my latest medication would have every side effect you could imagine? Or the young one I have clothing older than? Or is it the one who checked my colon? And I don’t mean read my blog posts and reviewed my grammar. Actually I hope it’s him. He was the one that shoved his finger up my bum so I feel we have a connection. I think his name is John. Therefore. For my doctor John, I’m writing…

Backed up, lacking in movement, somewhat constipated

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In my last post I mentioned surgery is looming, but until then I have to take very strong painkillers. These painkillers work well some days, and not so well on others, depending on my level of exertion. If I do very little, they work well. If I do anything that involves some exertion; cleaning, cooking, lifting stuff, cycling, then they don’t work, and the pain is such that I have to take them every four hours. Being as I can’t just sit about and do nothing, I’m at the ‘taking them every four hours’ stage. There is, however, a known…

Sleep is for the weak

I saw a piece on the news about sleep. About undersleeping in fact. At first I thought it was an April Fool, like the spaghetti tree or that little Lirpa Loof fella on That’s Life but it wasn’t. Undersleeping isn’t a joke. It’s much more dangerous than that. You know oversleeping? It’s like that. But more opposite. Being serious for just one cotton picking minute, insomnia is hell for those who suffer on a regular basis and it’s proven that lack of sleep can adversely effect one’s mood and quality of life. A recent poll of 2,000 adults revealed they get an…

The only time I like being called normal. A guest post by Katy.

It happens every 3 years. Through the letterbox plops an ominously official-looking envelope stamped NHS. Every time I greet it with a shudder. A faceless administrator has printed an automatically generated letter informing me I’m invited for a cervical smear. Euch there it is again: the involuntary shudder. I have had 2 children. If you’ve had any of the little treasures yourself you will know that having a stranger’s hand disappear up your flue quickly becomes acceptable, indeed expected, behaviour. I had an 8 day slow labour ending in my baby girl being removed by what can only be described…