Blood and guts. Lots of guts.

Thank you to everyone who has sent me lovely messages and comments through the last couple of weeks of my pain and drug-induced delerium/rages and near-crippling manicure emergency.

My GP has been about as useful as tits on a fish through all of this, refusing to refer me for the diagnostic endoscopy I needed (which they were instructed to do in my discharge letter) after leaving hospital in Edinburgh, and instead continued to test/treat me for respiratory problems (as they were so sure that's what I had, despite my sats and peak-flows being normal). They finally referred me to hospital yesterday for testing for a pulmonary embolism (which I didn't have), but the X-ray did reveal something else...

( Not grusome; a very unsexy diagnosis which wasn't accurate, as it turned out )

Thank you all for keeping me smiling, squeeing and pointing and going oooooh, look at that! through all of this.

And I'll let you know if I ever get the nails fixed.

Blood and guts. Lots of guts.

Thank you to everyone who has sent me lovely messages and comments through the last couple of weeks of my pain and drug-induced delerium/rages and near-crippling manicure emergency.

My GP has been about as useful as tits on a fish through all of this, refusing to refer me for the diagnostic endoscopy I needed (which they were instructed to do in my discharge letter) after leaving hospital in Edinburgh, and instead continued to test/treat me for respiratory problems (as they were so sure that's what I had, despite my sats and peak-flows being normal). They finally referred me to hospital yesterday for testing for a pulmonary embolism (which I didn't have), but the X-ray did reveal something else...

( Not grusome; a very unsexy diagnosis )

Thank you all for keeping me smiling, squeeing and pointing and going oooooh, look at that! through all of this.

And I'll let you know if I ever get the nails fixed.