27 October 2019

An Antibiotic Affair

So as the title of today’s post would suggest, I spent last week chomping down on a cocktail of Metronidazole and Clarithromycin 🙄


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Contrary, to how I thought my week would go after surviving what felt like the plague, but was obviously only a viral infection, I’ve been stuck at home in pain thanks to an infected Pilondial abscess. To say that I’m not impressed is am understatement. Mainly, because I don't want another encounter of the surgery I had last year to get it drained.

The surgery itself wasn't a problem. It was my first time under general anaesthetic and I was fascinated by the fact that one minute, I was lying on my side, outside the operating room, with the anaesthesiologist stroking my hand as I counted back from 10 and the next, I was waking up in the recovery room, with a nurse calming me down whilst removing the breathing tube from my mouth. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that there was 2 hour window of my life, I knew absolutely nothing about. All I knew, is that I went in, in pain and came out not in pain. Now, that was partially due to having the abscess drained and partially due to the shit load of morphine they had flowing into my blood stream. Needless to say I could lie on my back for the first time in over 2 week. So I was a happy bunny.

That happiness came to an abrupt end 2 days later, when I had my first experience of  having my wound re-packed. Yes, you read that correctly RE-PACKED. Now bearing in mind, the doctors had explained before surgery, that they would be leaving the wound open to heal from the inside out to avoid further infection. However, there is no explanation on the planet, that can prepare your for the pain inflicted, whilst the nurse proceeded (not her fault BTW), to take out the cotton wool-like material that had been stuffed in my wound in surgery, to then clean it and then re-stuff it. Needless to say, I screamed the hospital down like a newborn, and was reduced to tears once she had finished. Upon leaving the hospital feeling traumatised, it dawned on me that I was about to go through that everyday for at least the next 4 weeks. Cue the tears again.

Even with codeine, those first 2 weeks we're torture. After that, I started  getting used to this invasion  of my body as the wound got smaller and it became less painful. By the time a month had gone by I was down to every other day and then 3 weeks later, it had completely closed. There was no better words uttered, than when the nurse said  “You no longer need to come back" I literally could've kissed her.

With that being said, I still wasn't able to sit for long periods of time, so it was another couple of weeks before I could return to the office to work. Which I was grateful for, as working lying down, is doable, but an inconvenience, as you have to keep switching sides to avoid dead leg, and I couldn't just roll over. I also couldn’t lie on my tummy for too long, as my neck would start to ache. Something I've been reminded of this past week.

Therefore having experienced all of the above, on Sunday night (after rolling over in pain and screaming the house down) I felt a sense of dread at the thought of going through that ordeal again, only 15 months later. Determined to avoid that, I got on the phone to the GP to get an appointment ASAP. Thankfully I got seen Monday morning, to which the doctor advised that it was infected, but it looked like it may have been caught in time and Antibiotics should.....be able to help. He did feel the need to point out, that if they didn’t work, I'd be facing another trip to the hospital to lose another 2 hour window of my life. To which I promptly advised him, to give me every type of drug he could prescribe to avoid that. He laughed.... I did not! He then went on to prescribe me,  Clarithromycin 500mg and Metronidazole 400mg for 7 days. The latter you cannot drink with, which is ironic, because if there is ever a time I'd  wanted a drink, it's whilst waiting to see if the antibiotics would do a superman and fight the infection so that I could avoid a second butt hole again.

Now, you all know how I feel about jinxing shit, but......it would appear, that I may have swerved another opportunity to rock for that beautiful hospital gown, material underwear and compression socks. I'm still not able to completely sit upright, but I am getting there. The protruding lump at the top of my butt crack has shrunken immensely. So shout-out to Sir Alexander Fleming - who Google says invented antibiotics. 

There is the possibility it will burst on its own over the next few days as I have come to the end of the course - which as gross as it sounds, would be helpful as any infection or pus still in the wound, would swiftly vacate my body. But if not, I'll still take it as a good sign that its all cleared and should start to be able to sit for longer periods of time. 

Canadian Breakfast
Hot Chocolate 
I tried testing my ability to to sit today, when I went for brunch, with my  lovely neighbors at Forks & Green. Unfortunately, after a couple of hours, I was back in discomfort. This should subside over the next week though...again, fingers crossed



Thus, my hopes for this week are that this abscess malarky is over and done with, so I can get back to a normal life of yoga, working out (being confined to my house all week, taking antibiotics has seen me eating for comfort rather than survival, leading to an expanded mid-section) and getting back to the office (its funny how you miss being around other people, when you can't) 

I did however, get out yesterday to do half of walk the walk. Nothing like not being able to sit and cabin fever, to get you up and out. I also helped my dad babysit my little bubba's Saturday night and it was lovely to spend time with them #my2favouritepeople

So here's to a better week. As we draw a close on October, let's get ready for a great November. Especially as the eggnog latte, should be in Starbucks soon.

Have a great day, remember you are a unicorn and don't let anybody shit on your rainbow 💗

13 October 2019

37 Years Young

So it's official, I'm now 37 😃


Photo by ASHLEY EDWARDS on Unsplash

I actually didn't mind turning 37. I'm grateful to be able to add another year to my life. A luxury not extended to so many.


Upon turning 30, I assumed, by the time I was this close to the big 4 0, I’d at the very least be married and either have or be onto my second child. As it turns out, I'm as far away from that actuality as England is from Australia.

I expected this reality to cause me to feel mountains of dread as I rolled into this birthday. However, I actually feel more at peace with the way life has turned out than I thought possible. I'm filled with  less panic about not walking the path I’d imagined for myself. Don't get me wrong, I'm not ruling out the husband, 2 kids and pet fish (I’d like to think I could it could be a dog, but I still haven’t quite got my head around picking up poop with a plastic bag yet). I’m simply allowing room for a different possibility of happily ever after.

With that being said, I wasn’t 100% sure, that as another birthday approached and me still having no real idea of where my future was heading, that I wouldn’t be on the sofa wrapped in a fleece blanket, knocking back the  Prosecco, whilst shoveling down a Red Velvet cake getting through as many  romcoms and Disney films as I could  manage before my eyes were to puffy to open from all of the ugly crying. Thankfully, that’s not how it turned out. 

I was however, in bed for over week with a stupid ass viral infection. As much as I got to catch up on KUWTK, it also meant I had to lay waste to my celebratory plans. I managed to get to my annual daddy daughter birthday lunch. But paid the price, by getting caught in the rain and therefore getting even sicker. Over the last 10 days I've gone from feeling achy and dizzy, to snot nosed and sneezy, to vomiting with high temperatures. Not the way I’d hoped to spend the first week of being 37, but as they say “Shit Happens”. The universe clearly had other plans for me.





I'm happy to report, I’m now feeling better and am  back on fighting form and looking forward to getting the next year of my life off of the ground. I started this blog because I love writing and wanted to see if I could create something I was passionate about and document my journey to living my best life. “I want more from life” than I've had up until now. Since starting this blog the biggest lesson I’ve learned is, that my better life starts with me. Over the last 6 months there has been many ups and downs. There’s been times I thought I was getting worse rather than better. There’s been mistakes and lessons. There’s been trying new things and doing things differently as well as understanding more about my emotions and the effects they have on my decisions. But it’s all led to me feeling positive about moving forward.

A big part of that is realising that I need to start enjoying life more. Yes, I want to lose weight. Yes, I want to be physically, mentally and emotionally stronger,  Yes, I want to drink differently to the way I have been and Yes, I want to get more from life. But along the way of obtaining all of this, I forgot about actually enjoying myself. I’d forgotten that as much as I want to strive to get my shit together, I can’t get lost in that. I need to remember to enjoy the small moments like creating a Christmas Jazz playlist on spotify. Or finding a new way to prop up my pillows in bed to relax more when watching TV or reading. Or even finding out Nandos now deliver to my house. So for the next couple of weeks the mantra is “ENJOY” Keep working on being better, but learn how to enjoy the process.....and life!


Goals for a October


  • Enjoy Life
  • Morning Yoga 
  • Detox
  • Pinterest (Searching for Pins make me happy 
  • Be Present


Have a great day, remember you are a unicorn and don't let anybody shit on your rainbow 💓

20 September 2019

#New Beginnings

  A round of applause for me, I got a new job 😅


River Thames

After what felt like an eternity of searching, applying online and going on interviews, I finally landed a job. I'm now, 3 weeks into my new role as a procurement administrator for an IT company. I don't want to jinx it by saying I'm enjoying it, in case it goes tits up. But so far I don't hate it. In fact I'd actually go as far as to say I'm liking it and feeling a bit more positivity towards my working life. Everyone I have met so far has been lovely and made me feel welcome, I'm learning new things and my stress levels are on the decline. #happydays.

I'm still missing a few of my luvlies over at  Cisilion. We've still not managed to cut the umbilical cord yet. Which would explain, why I've been back to meet them 3 times in 2 weeks for customary drinks. With that being said, I've managed to cut down (a tiny bit) on my drinking for Sept.

Leaving my pals, has been difficult. Although leaving one pal (or at least someone I thought was a pal) was made a little easier. Someone I thought was a friend and therefore I put my trust in and confided in, turned out to a bigger gossiper than Regina George from 'The Plastics' in mean girls. I genuinely thought, they had my back. So I told them more, than probably anyone else there in a long time. Turns out, they've revealed pretty much everything I've ever told them in confidence. The funny thing is, they still believe (I'm guessing because they're unaware that I know that they're a motor mouth) is that I should still be disclosing my secrets to them. Anyway, the reason I'm bringing this up is....

A) To get it off my chest - The betrayal was eating away at me and making me feel pessimistic. Creating a negative thought pattern and disrupting my sense of peace. So, I'm venting it out here, so I can do an Elsa and let it go.

B) Trust  Issues - I genuinely believed I could rely on this person to have my back. This was a friendship that had been building over the last year. So upon realising I was wrong about that, has caused some self doubt and me questioning my judgement of people. Could I still trust my own instincts about people? Am I too trustworthy to soon? The answer to both is YES. I can trust my gut and I need to take a little more time before placing trust in others. When I first realised, I had misplaced my trust in this person, I was angry at them. But now I see it as a lesson. I will learn from it and keep my guard up whenever I'm around them.

Anyway, that's the downside of the last couple of weeks. 

The upside is, last Wednesday I went for drinks at Juno rooms and got to know a few more of my new work colleagues.

Juno Rooms

Then this Wednesday (yes, I am sensing a pattern #wednesdayisthenewfriday) after drinks overlooking the Thames river, I went for a lovely dinner at Vinoteca.

Vinoteca

I even tried my first ever Burrata. I was pleasantly surprised that I liked a mozzarella that wasn't melted as well as aubergine, as I haven't been a fan of it in the past. My taste buds have definitely developed as I've gotten older. 







Those of you that  know me well know, that when it comes to food, I'm not one for sharing. But as you can see, I made the effort to 'adjust' my attitude towards this 🤣



There's not much else going on with me at the moment. Just trying to settle into my new job, keep up with daily yoga & meditation and get through my current book "A Question of Trust" by Penny Vincenzi. 

Have a great day, remember you're a unicorn and don't let anybody shit on your rainbow 💖