Getting ready

Trying to get through the first day of this silly diet that I have to be on for the endoscopy on Friday. When you live on a totally different diet and open the fridge to see melons, satsumas, seeded breads and salad, all that can’t be eaten, is horrid! For my breakfast I had a wrap with nothing on it, that was all I fancied eating out of what was a possible choice. There is nothing like temptation to make you feel hard done by, lol. I will really be happy when Friday is over regardless of what they find, I will hopefully be able to open the fridge and eat, rather than see it as some kind of torture.

Over the last couple of weeks I have had something new going on, I didn’t mention it to the Doctor when we saw them at the hospital the last time I was there as it had only happened once, but I now keep getting these terrible spasms, as though someone has stuck their hand into me just below my breast bone and grabbed everything there in a vise like grip. I doesn’t cause any pain anywhere else, but it increases that sensation of pressure that I have under my ribs. It doesn’t burn like indigestion, so I don’t think it is my stomach, once again it is more a crushing of my upper intestine. On Monday it was there most of the day in a much gentler way, it never cleared, the sensation was almost as though I had a tennis ball sitting in that position, doing nothing but getting in the way. When I eat it increased and on two occasions it was intense for about half an hour. Yesterday there was no pain or discomfort at all that I remember but today it is just as it was on Monday, a constant gripping pressure. I guess that I will have to mention it on Friday before the Endoscopy. I think I said it before but I really feel as though I am slowly decaying and falling apart, some days I wish they would just get on and fix it and on others I wish they would just leave me alone to decay quietly.

My tiredness isn’t lifting at all either. I think in the past 3 weeks I have only managed on a couple of occasions to stay up to 10 o’clock, I’m so tiered that even 9pm is pushing it. I hate it when I need to sleep this much as I hardly get a chance to spend any time with Adam. He seems to be home for just a few minutes before I have to sleep, it isn’t much better at the weekend as he has always slept away the mornings so I am going for my mid day sleep at about the time he is getting up, so we really only get from 4:30 to 9:00pm together, then once again I am asleep. When I am like this I feel as though we are just passing each other occasionally in the same space.

I realised the other day I am heading rapidly into my first anniversary as a blogger, it was just before Christmas last year when I wrote my first post and looking back at it I can’t believe how bad it was. I am not kicking myself for it as well we all have to learn and writing may be something we do daily in notes, emails and so on, but it is no comparison to writing what may be read by total strangers and you have decided has to come from your heart. I so often hear from people that I have been incredibly brave to share all of this but I can’t see it that way at all. I suppose we all judge and apply different standards to different things, but I have never made a secret out of any part of my life with those I know, so expanding that wasn’t hard. The hard bit is finding the words that explain everything in a way hopefully everyone understands. When you are talking about something personal, which illness is, you use the word that make sense to you, that doesn’t mean anyone else will know what you are talking about. Strangely I although hard, I have enjoyed doing that, it has been my daily mind work out if you like. I’m going to have to check the actual date, well it is a writing milestone if you like. I actually thought when I started that it might be a bit of fun for a few weeks, I didn’t realise what I was starting.

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