Today I Do Not Have My Sh*t Together.

Let me paint you a picture.     I’m sat on the 7.15am train on my way to work with a hundred other rats in the race; packed like sardines into an 8 carriage train; with poo on my stomach and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m trying not to act weird but it’s […]

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A Necessary Evil.

When my gastroenterologist said she needed to stick tubes down my throat and up my butt, I wasn’t exactly overjoyed. Over the years I haven’t had a good relationship with scopes. I’ve had:  1 colonoscopy; where they look at the whole colon.  Countless sigmoidoscopies. This is a mini-colonoscopy, where the doctors look at the left part […]

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My MRI Experience.

For those who don’t know, I’m undergoing investigation into a severe iron deficiency. For some reason my body has suddenly decided to call in a sicky and stop working as well as it was. I was seeing a haematologist for iron infusions, but he has passed me onto to my gastroenterologist for more tests to […]

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Joining The Rat Race.

Some people look at the glistening buildings of Canary Wharf, or the hustle and bustle of soho with the hope of joining the thousands of people who pace in and out each day.  And I suppose I was one of them.  From as young as I can remember going to London was pretty regular, and […]

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Hindsight is a Wonderful Thing.

  My army of doctors are amazing. I’m looked after by a surgeon and all the minions who follow him; as well as specialist stoma nurses and a gastroenterologist. But hindsight is a wonderful thing, and there have been a few details I feel I wasn’t properly informed on. This isn’t to say my troop […]

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