Wake me up (when September ends)

So, it's been a few weeks! Sorry about that, I haven't forgotten this blog, it's just life keeps getting in the way.

It's been a heck of a year already. I lost my job, my health completely failed me, I became housebound, and I had surgery. And it's only August. 

My laparoscopy has proved to be successful, though it took a long time for the swelling to go down and the pain to completely subside. I still have nagging little pains from time to time, but at this point I'll just have to live with them. There are no further procedures or scans or medicines to try, and I'm not keen on uploading my consciousness into a computer.

My hips have been flaring up, demanding attention that should have been given to them instead of my stomach, and I've had a few sleepless nights due to the cramping pain in my legs. This is because the muscles that get strained due to my hip dysplasia then strain the muscles below, and it s a chain reaction. Needless to say, it's not pleasant. 

Things are looking up though. I've managed to get a great job lined up for September. It'll be hard to give up watching Judge Rinder and playing Golden Frontier on facebook, but it will be nice to spend my days around other people, and not have to talk to myself quite so much. 

Right in the Balls

What I have noticed (and many others before me) is that life is very unfair. It doesn't hesitate to kick you in whatever sensitive areas you might have, and it will kick you repeatedly. All you can do, is stagger back to your feet, and try to brace against the next blow.

So there I am at 29. My body is something like a well-oiled machine. I've been working it hard, pushing on against arthritis, shouting it down with, "You shall not pass" gusto. I had decided that if I ate well, and exercised enough, I would keep everything ticking over indefinitely.

Mostly I was happy with my body. I was miffed at the grinding and clicking and the aches and pains, and the limping, but I wore cute dresses, and I was a UK size 10, which I considered to be the ideal size, and I had great hair.

And then I started to get these other weird pains. Stomach pains.

I cut down on the gluten, ate more fruit, and thought that would be the end of it. But the pains didn't go away. So quite a while later, I went to see a specialist. He decided it was probably just constipation, just me some stuff, and sent me on my way.

The pains started to go away a bit. I ate less and less. I exercised more. I thought no more about it.

At the end of November 2015, I collapsed at work and was taken to hospital in an ambulance. And it just got worse from there.