It’s been a while since i’ve posted a blog, and not because i’ve been mega snowed under with work, but because not much has changed really. Well not until recently anyway. Over the past two months i’ve been plodding along doing what I can to maintain my weight, and in the process have managed to…
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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…
Festive as fuck
Week 8, and probably my best one yet. During this time I was somehow managing to keep my worst symptoms at bay, flushing out the feed with about 100kg of grated ginger tea and 4 litres of peppermint tea and water, and I was eating mammoth portions of tasty fresh food thanks to Rob my…
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…