My problems with daily anxiety pretty much dipped so low two years ago, but it’s back and holy crap I have not missed this. I’d rather deal with pain than being chronically anxious over sod all and having my fight or flight response permanently flipped to cry.
I don’t even know/have an actual diagnosis yet, but I’m in bed, in pain, on a waiting list, and tearing up at a BBC2 documentary. This is bullshit and this is our normal. #FightingEndometriosis
1. Leave for work
2. Be late anyway cos you’re made for Autumn not a heatwave, and who cares cos you’re the only one that works in there
3. Get the air con going
4. Leave because your landlords arranged for the roof to be fixed and the brick dust is coming in through the window
Poor, naïve me. West Suffolk Hospital’s consent forms last for six months, and gynaecology have put me down for surgery next year. Maybe. At the earliest. So their waiting times are bullshit too.
Signed my consent forms on Tuesday so I know my surgery should at least be within the next three months. Wishing it’s on the earlier side though, cos I’m exhausted and could do with a two week recharge 😭
The tagline of Eurovision being ‘United by Music’ is outdated and needs to change to ‘Divided by Political Alliances.’
First year not watching it. I miss Absolute Cheese Euro Pop 😔