The end of the year is fast approaching!  Less than 12 hours to go (where I am).
It’s been a quick year, with ups and downs and all arounds.
I’ve cried, I’ve laughed and I’ve swore more times than I care to admit :/

This year saw me start a new job, turn 26, visit St Ives and celebrate good friends getting engaged, see my husband turn 26, see my 1st niece born, have my 1st wedding anniversary and have a great Christmas with family and friends.

It’s time for 2011.

Thank you all for reading my blog.

I wish everyone who visits a wonderful, happy, healthy and prosperous New Year.

2011, I’m ready for you!

Bring. It. On.

Today I had my second scan on my wrist.  The last scan was in January.  It showed I had a Ganglion Cyst (Albert) that was 11mm long by 6mm wide.  The doctor told me that it would go away on it’s own.

Since then I have been back to see my GP 4 times.  4!

On the 3rd occassion I was told by the GP that they could remove the cyst, but they generally don’t do that procedure anymore due to NHS cost cutting.

On the 4th time I saw a new GP.  Not new to Medicine, but new to my Practice.  He was lovely.  He examined me, and referred me for another scan and also to a Rheumatologist.  I had the scan today, and I’m seeing a consultant on the 7th February.  He also advised that the pain I had been feeling was unlikely to be from the Cyst, but rather sounded like it could be Tendonitits.

For the last 5 days, I’ve had nothing but pain in my wrist.  Regular pain meds don’t seem to be making a dent in the pain.  The pain is worse when I use my hand (it being my dominant hand means I use it all the time!) and now moves up the outside of my forearm and into my elbow.

I call the GP.  Talk to him on the phone.  He says it sounds a lot like Tendonitis, and basically says that’s what is it, prescribes me some lovely stronger pain meds and says see you in a week to discuss the scan.

Fast forward to scan.  The technician was great.  He explained everything he was doing and talked me through the entire procedure.  Just out of curiousity I asked him to check the median nerve was ok (in case the pain was from the lump pressing on it) and it was fine.  Very close to the cyst, but on top, rather than underneath it and looking pretty healthy.  I then ask him to check my tendons.  This guy goes out of his way to scan the tendons where the pain is, and says, they look perfectly fine to me, nice and shiny (I have shiny tendons!).  I asked him if the pain could be Tendonitis, and he says No, simply because the tendons aren’t inflamed.

So now I am back to square one.  I still have a stupid ganglion cyst, that hasn’t gone away at all despite what my doctor said, and that hasn’t really shrank either, and I still have the pain.
I still get pins and needles in my hand, and weakness and numbness.

If the Rheumatologist comes up with nothing, then I haven’t a clue.

In the meantime, have a look at a scan of a ganglion cyst.  It’s the black blob.  I have one and it’s called Albert.

Day 8

There are loads of people who have made my life hell, or treated me like shit.  But I’m a firm believer of Karma – what goes around comes around.  What you throw into the Universe will come back to you threefold, whether it’s good or bad.

Where shall I start?

At School – I’d just moved to the UK from the Cayman Islands.  I was different and kids are cruel.  I spoke differently, so some kids in my class picked on me for that.  Every time I spoke they mocked me.  Repeating everything I said, in a high pitchy whiney voice (that apparantly was supposed to be how I spoke).  Eventually they stopped, only for another group of kids (a click of girls) who started spreading a rumour that I was a lesbian, and teasing me every day, shouting obscenities and just generally being a bunch of bitches.  One day I threatened to thump one of them, and eventually they quit it.  Then I grew boobs and suddenly became popular.  Smart and with boobs.  I liked school after that.

I left school and went straight into work, I decided I didn’t want to go to College/University. Glad I didn’t to be honest, because I would have done a degree with no real worth in the job world, up to my eye balls in debt and struggling. (I ended up with 2 out of those 3 anyway).  The girls who teased me?  Majority of them ended up having several kids with several different men, and on benefits.  The girl who started the rumour that I was a lesbian.  She came out a few years back.  I like to think she had the hots for me.

After School – I met this guy, we’ll call him Frank (Frank isn’t really his name)  Frank was lovely and we fell in love and wanted to get married and have babies and live happily ever after.  Frank’s parents were strict Muslims.  Frank became controlling.  Frank had no job and because I was blindly in love, I put him on my credit card, and paid for everything.  Whilst in the last 2 months of our relationship, he ran up debts in my name.  Frank then was not only controlling but became rather obsessive, and one day he had me up by the throat against the wall.  I stood up for myself and gave him one hell of a smack in the face.  We split up after that.  I met another guy, and Frank came back on the scene, to STALK me.  Frank eventually got the message.  He left me alone.  Frank is now a police officer with London’s Metropolitan Police Service.

At Work – I wrote about this.  This guy still wants to be my friend.  He sends me Facebook messages, and texts saying things such as “thank for been my friend”, I talk to him, but he’s not now, or will ever be my friend.  My boss doesn’t seem to have a very good opinion of me based on this guys lies.  When he’s in the room I see him giving me the “look”, you know, the one where they show a bit of disgust? yeah, that look.  I suspect that this will hold me back from any type of progression.  If it does, then I’ll have no choice but to leave and find a job with another company.

So these are my 3 experiences of someone(s) who have made my life hell or treated me like shit.  I suspect that they won’t be the last three experiences I have.  But I live by this rule.

The answer has to be me.
I’m the person that makes my life worth living for.  Is that selfish? or (whats the word i’m looking for?)

There are many many people (and things!) that make me happy in life.  But I firmly believe that I am the person who makes my life worth living for.

My Husband
My Family
My Friends
Food
Internets

All of these things (and people!) would be sad if I were not here, well maybe the Internets wouldn’t care so much, or food.  In fact food would probably be relieved that it has one less person munching on it.