Hometime!

So I was proving stable, well more than that, I was managing to still gain. That’ll do me. The nurses and Support Workers were aware that my departure was looming and most said I’d have to make sure I said bye to them before I left, which I definitely would, I’d already bought some chocolates…

Tube trouble…and the rest

This week most people were starting to think about putting their Christmas decorations up or waiting excitedly for the John Lewis advert to make an appearance, but for me, I was just trying to make it through another day as comfortably as possible. The last few days had really tested my mental strength, as the…

Christmas is coming

So as always some days dragged and other days flew, and new bay mates came and went. Julie had had a personality transplant since the alcohol had seeped out of her system, and I even got a cheeky hug upon her departure! Lucky me. Made a change from her trying to pickpocket me in the…

Week six

Week six arrived and as always, I continued to struggle on and took the good days with the bad, eating big portions every day and pushing my body to the limit. Sleep as always was a limited luxury, I was too unsettled to nap in the day and either the insomnia or nightly checks kept…

A taste of freedom

As ever my mantra of ‘tomorrow is a new day’ saw me through, with the nighttime subsiding and me feeling ever so slightly better in the morning. Sleepless as though it was, this was nothing unusual. While my days were filled preoccupying myself with applying for jobs for Rob or colouring (a colouring book filled…

It’s a pain to gain

As the days got colder and Halloween and bonfire season came and went, I became more accepting of my new reality. Autumn was, and always will be, my favourite season, what with the colours of the leaves, the threatening frost in the air, (how poetic, painting quite a picture here aren’t I) and just the…

Four weeks in

Four fucking weeks. To be fair, the time has flown by, but as I write this, it feels like i’ve never known anything different. This depressing anniversary falls at a time where I really feel at my lowest, with the most uncomfortable deep rooted gas which just feels like it’s stabbing all my insides. I…

Feeding to freedom

So once I had got over the flu it was time to focus back to the task in hand; gorging on grub to help me get the hell outta this joint. I could now continue consuming my feed with my trusty second feeding tube inserted, while trying to eat as much of the food brought…

Five steps forward, three steps back

After three relatively uneventful, yet blissful (probs a bit too far) days of solitude in my own room, the inevitable happened. I was trudged back out with the paupers. This was due to the fact that someone with an infection needed their own room, and to be fair I was forewarned that I probably wouldn’t…

Room with a view

As the weight thankfully gradually increased, so did the amount of tests I was put through. I had regular blood tests to help futher identify the route cause, a stool test, x-rays and ultrasounds, and with a satisfied smile was informed each and every time that everything was just FINE. Each and every time. In…