Hospitals, health and poorly tummys

Well hello again there.

I hope everyone had a lovely Easter and stuffed there faces full of every different type of chocolate imaginable and then, if you're anything like me looked in the mirror and panicked as you could pretty much see the bingo wings forming. I didn't have work, first Sunday ever I've not worked( yay!) so my day pretty much consisted of playing Borderlands 2 all day and gaining great satisfaction from eating princess themed Kinder Eggs, however I must declare that as loyal consumer of Kinder products I was not happy to receive the same toy twice in one box, come on Kinder get it together. Any who, I hope you all had a great Easter, but wait actually this is very irrelevant to the point of this blog post but I'm not religious in any way shape or form so, I shouldn't really be celebrating Easter should I? Let's just say I hope you all had a lovely day of chocolate eating and getting super fat.

As the whole point of me making this blog was for me to look back upon in years to come and laugh at how deluded and stupid I was I have decided I will make a blog post about a health problem I have been having and my horrible experience at having an MRI the other day - disclaimer if you don't like gross stories then do click of this page now. Just kidding it isn't that gross, well it Is but I'm pretty sure you can handle it, you brave one you. So, for the past year and a half, probably more like two now, I have been having tummy problems. Basically, my tummy is in pain constantly; not just the ' ahh tummy ache' kind of pain but the crying yourself to sleep at 4 in the morning because the pain is so unbearable pain. Along with this I'm always tired, or extreme fatigue as the doctor refers to it as. I've also had a lot of other sucky symptoms too such as feeling nauseas and fainting a lot. So I had been the doctors a lot because of this and been for a lot of different tests involving a lot of my blood being taken - honestly I swear in the past year they've taken like ten pints of my blood!!

So, they've come to the conclusion that is probably Crohn's disease which is a very sucky disease which basically is -
Crohn’s disease is a chronic (long-term) condition that causes inflammation of the lining of the digestive system.

My auntie and my cousin both have this disease and It could mean that I will need surgery, may need to be put on all juice diets and lots of pills/steroids as the disease can get worse and inflame and will mean me possibly having to go into hospital for long periods of time.

But anyway less of the doom and gloom the whole point of this story was to tell you my horrible MRI experience I had the other day. So, I had an appointment for an MRI for my tummy and because it's for my tummy I had to drink like a litre and a half of this yucky metal tasting drink and I was gagging at every mouthful because I've never tasted something so horrific in my life. Anyway, then I had to wait 45 minutes so this liquid could move its way around my stomach. But basically what this liquid was is a laxative, a very strong, fast moving laxative but I wasn't aloud to go to the toilet and it bloody hurt my stomach too.

So, I'm sat there with my lovely boyfriend reading children's books as there was nothing else remotely entertaining in the room apart from this awesome woman who was also having the same thing done but had ate a couple of hours before when you're not supposed to eat for 8 hours before ha. But anyway, then they had to shove this huuuuuuge set of needles and crap in my arm which was the most painful thing because not only did it hurt going in but It continued to sting the entire time I was in the MRI thingy maboby. Then they also but this weird bubbly liquid through my body which was painful and I could feel every inch of it moving around my skin. Remember that scene in the mummy where that bug is moving round the guys skin, I don't want to exaggerate but you understand what I'm getting at. I was in the MRI scanner for half an hour dying for a toilet and in pain the entire time.

Then when I did get out I was passing out and the guy was really insensitive and just pulled all this crap out my arm, in what I thought was the most painful way possible and I was crying like a baby.  Theeen he sorted out my arm and I went to get changed but my arm was bleeding lots and there was like a huge puddle of blood under my feet lmfao oh my. I went back up to him and he was really moody about it and was like huffing and puffing whilst I was dying on this chair and then basically I passed out - I literally couldn't see or hear anything but muffling. I thought I was dying. Then he sent me on my way the piece of poop.

Anyway, it wasn't a particularly joyous occasion - If you have had any particularly interesting hospital/ doctor experiences you wish to share please do!

Thanks for reading this pile of rubbish. xxxx

sunshine, feelings and other mushy stuff

Well hello there you lovely person, you!

I haven't wrote anything on this blog in what feels like forever. Excuse me, that was a particularly teenage sentence wasn't it with the use of ' like', us young-uns do have a habit of placing like in front of everything and using hyperbole - it's not actually been forever has it. Anyway, I'm ranting and analyzing myself, that's what revising for an A level English literature and language exam can do to you. So, I haven't wrote on here for a long time because well, I didn't feel like I had anything interesting to say. I didn't feel like ' hey, just ate a kinder egg and drank some fruit juice today' would make an interesting read. Also, full frontal exposition here for ya but this isn't going to be interesting either it's just going to lots of ranty rants from an 18 year old ( yes, I know the title of this blog states 17 but that's how long its been, yay legal not that that holds any weight as I'm boring and don't drink or do exciting cool colourful drugs, but anyway I'm ranting). ANYWAYYYY - I will try not to drive down a long, windy road with my thoughts because I'm annoying myself just listening to my head voice.

So, In a couple of weeks I will start my FINAL A level exams before I hopefully go of to that forbidden next stage of my life called university. I'm currently very stressed because my future kind of lies in the balance of how well I do so you know, lots of pressure and stuff. I don't really know if anyone is going to read this or if any kind of life form out there does stumble upon this what age bracket they will fall into, but maybe just maybe you may be able to relate.

Life is scary. I'm quite a melodramatic person, but it really is. We have been given a life and we have this weight on us, no matter how old we are, where we come from and the type of person we are, we do. This weight isn't physical but it sure feels it, this weight tells us that we must achieve or at least do something significant with our life so we're always striving for more which is great, it makes us better people of course. However, we should never feel like we're nothing just because of this. It doesn't matter if you're not the best, the prettiest, the wealthiest because all that matters is that you're happy. Don't destroy yourself because you feel you're not good enough. What I am saying is very typical and has already been said a million times, but you deserve to be happy.

I find it very hard to like myself, but no where near as much as I used to do. I used to really hate myself, infact I found it difficult to look in the mirror but you should tell yourself that as long as you're kind it doesn't matter about all them other things. Also surround yourself in people that make you happy. It took me a long time to realize who were my real friends and who wasn't because unfortunately there are people out there that will you use you for their own personal gain, but when you find those people that genuinely care about you, you will be happy.

Anywho, that wasn't even the point of this blog I've ranted of on one again. It's getting sunny and I'm a pale little 18 year old who burns whenever she's in the sun and today I was in work. I had been in the sun all the day the day before and a customer made a huge deal about how pale I was and how I need to catch a tan, so the moral of the story is I'm going to be pale, freckly and burnt all summer and people are going to laugh because I'm a ghost. I really don't know where this is going now. If you're revising for exams - good luck and all.

Also, please leave suggestions with topics for me to write about because as you can see I'm clearly struggling for ideas. Much love,

Sarah