This is a little story about me. I have never told my story before, but have realised that maybe my story is important to tell. Not that it's important for anyone to read it, but maybe just important for me to tell it to myself. So this is a little blog about where i've been and where I'm going. And all the little bits in between that make up my life.

dramaticmachines:

I’m like so over this being chronically ill thing. I need a break from my own body. 

For example, right now. I am sat in my kitchen. I have just put yesterdays washing up away, whilst bawling my eyes out through the agony. I then have had to sit down and have a rest (whilst clutching a bucket as I have the overwhelming sense that I am going to vomit). Because my body cannot cope with doing too much at once. I have also had to get the office chair so that I can change the height and sit on it to do today’s washing up. But right now, I have to sit on the floor in case I faint/body give way. I would like to just have a break from my body and live a normal existence. Please.

Yesterday

I woke up in agony with a pain in my left calf, my medication couldn’t touch it. I went online to NHS Direct, which said I needed to see an emergency doctor at my local doctors. I rang the surgery but unless you ring at 8 in the morning you can’t get an appointment. So I had to go to the walk in clinic and wait. After an hour I saw a doctor who said I had signs of DVT and should go to A&E.
I don’t know how to get to A&E from there or by public transport. So while I was trying to call my boyfriend I used the free computers to work out where I was going. It took ages and I started to feel lightheaded when BAM! I fainted.
Somebody called an ambulance which then refused to come unless a doctor confirmed it. Then the doctor called an ambulance and they said it would take an hour to get to me. In the meantime, a complete stranger decided to sort things out for me and got me an ambulance within ten minutes.
The ambulance crew took me to the hospital where I waited an obscene amount of time to be told that I don’t have a DVT and there’s nothing they can do for the pain and it’s probably a new pain linked it with my chronic pain.
I left the hospital at 11pm.

I hate being ill.