It’s been a while. A long while. And in that while Ive been in pain. Well today I got an answer. Along with forms for numerous tests.
Ive had a lot of fluid drained from my knee. It was pretty painful and disgusting.
I’ve been diagnosed with a life long autoimmune disease which affects my skin and joints. I’ll be on medication for the rest of my life.
Ah life. At least I still have it I suppose!
So, whilst on holiday in April, I got an ear infection and the doctor at the time who examined me said “you need to see an ENT specialist, you have a Cholesteatoma”
So I came back from holiday, saw the GP and he examined me and said “it does look like it” and referred me to ENT.
I saw the ENT consultant 2 weeks later who said “I’m not sure it is a Cholesteatoma, let’s do a CT Scan.”
So I had a CT Scan.
I waited 3 months for the results thinking that if anything was wrong then they’d contact me. They didn’t so I assumed all was ok and I’d be discharged at my next appointment.
I had that appointment today. The first thing the consultant said was “that doctor in Cayman was obviously very experienced to have spotted it.” And it didn’t twig.
It only twigged when he told me the CT Scan results. I do indeed have a Cholesteatoma. I do indeed need surgery. When that will be, I don’t know. After Christmas I expect.
My next appointment is December.
Cholesteatomas are rare, growths inside the ear canal, behind the ear drum that grow upwards into the bones of the ear. Thankfully not cancerous. They can cause deafness if left untreated and if they continue to grow they can grow into the brain and increase the risk of brain infection and/or meningitis.
So yeah, clearly I’m super stoked at this revelation.
I’ve hit 37k on Divine Encounters!
13k to go.
I’ve been so lax recently as you can tell by my lack of posting. I’ve no excuse really. I should rename this blog Every Four Months…
So we went on holiday back to the motherland via Tdot. It was awesome. Little duck enjoyed it immensely. I on the other hand got sick and ended up in hospital and paying out of pocket for prescriptions. I’m thankful for our NHS tbh. At least I can afford medication in the UK.
Driving is going well, I’ve tried both an automatic and manual car and whilst the automatic is definitely easier, I’m persevering with the manual. It’s hard but rewarding.
We’ve just come back from a week in East Devon which was lovely. Little duck got to spend some quality time with her Grandad and Nana and the Mr and I had some quality time one evening getting lost in Exeter followed by a harrowing drive home in the dark down country roads.
I’m still stuck on book 2, Divine Encounters. I’ve got about 20k of words to finish off and the muse has clearly gone on holiday. I might try and get some words out this evening. We will see.
So far life is ok, it’s sailing along quickly, and I’m middling. Which is a good thing. Mostly.
Some health problems which I’m seeing the GP for this week, perhaps AI, they’re unsure right now. Bloodwork indicates AI. Something rheumatic, another string to my disability bow. Not so great. But my mental health is stable. So it’s swings and roundabouts.
Off back to Doncaster for work next month, so hopefully I’ll get some writing done in the evenings. unless I’m dragged to biscuits… Ha ha ha.
Update you in another 4 months I guess! Or maybe I’ll do better.
So. I just booked my first ever driving lesson. Only 17 years late…
Wish me luck!
Jeez Louise it’s been a while.
Happy New Year and apologies for the intermission!
Not much has been going on with me. I’ve started book 2 of the Divine Trilogy; Divine Encounters and I’m 18,200 words into it. I still have about 30,000 words to go. Sadly writers block has caught me, and I’m struggling. But I’m hopeful something will start to take form in the next few weeks so I can work on editing and publishing by the middle of the year.
My Little Duck is growing up fast. The Husband is doing ok, and well me? I’m plodding along just nicely right this moment.
Hope you all had a great christmas and new year!
I have never ever been to a pick your own farm. In 33 years. Nope. Never. Until Saturday.
It’s apparently a childhood tradition in the UK to take your kids fruit picking at some point. Be it apples and pears or strawberry and blackberries.
But I didn’t grow up in the UK and by the time I moved here, I still hadn’t been.
I’ve always wanted to, just never gotten round to it.
This weekend we had friends come to stay. I suggested visiting a pick your own farm which was excitedly confirmed with our guests.
So myself, one of my best friends Sian and our daughters went fruit picking.
We steered clear of the vegetable patches. Ha. Went straight to raspberries which were delicious. Then blackcurrants, which are sour as hell. Ribena they are not! My plan for those is blackcurrant jam. And gin.
Then the best fruits ever. Strawberries and Cherries.
We ate less than we picked. Because we picked LOADS. They were deliciously sweet and sticky.
Will I go again? Oh hell yes.