6:00am on the 17th of February 2015, here I was one again drinking the vile high calorie drink that stated “lemon flavour” on the front but nothing about it resembled lemon. I was thankful that there was no need for me to have the moviprep again as that thing was vile. I’d slept much better… Continue reading Goodbye stoma, hello pouch!
Sitting here thinking about the 4th of April 2014, and how I’m grateful that I had no idea then of what was to come. I’m glad that back then I had no idea of what I know now. If I had any inkling about what those five years were about to throw at me, I’m… Continue reading 5 years on and what a journey it’s been!!
I didn’t know what was going to happen or how I was going to get through this complete and utter nightmare, but one thing I did know was, that my life as I knew it had changed and this was going to take some getting used to. As you’ll have come to realise I like… Continue reading High dependency… but I’m low maintenance!!
The 24 hours following waking up in intensive care are a bit of a blur. I was on a lot of medications and pain relief… the best part about all this was the free drugs… I was going to make sure that this continued for as long as possible. As I was now awake I… Continue reading A hole in my belly, you’re having a laugh!!
I could hear faint talking in the distance, initially I hadn’t realised that they were calling out my name, it took a while to register that it was my name they were saying. With each passing second the voices became clearer until I could make out my name… “Christina it’s time to wake up.” As… Continue reading Bloody hell that was a long sleep
My first night back home, well back at Ysbyty Gwynedd, my local hospital went well. I managed to get some sleep, and was relatively pain free. I woke up in the early hours of Sunday morning to an elderly patient trying to climb out of bed, despite not being mobile, she clearly was confused and… Continue reading Meeting Mr Whiteley
28th of February 2016, was a Sunday morning and I was woken up by the sun shining through the window of the hospital room. I hadn’t realised where I was initially, and tried to get the attention of the nurse who was about to leave. I quickly realised that I was unable to speak, for… Continue reading From Amsterdam with love…
After the reversal of my stoma and getting back to work, life was going pretty well. I was adjusting to living with the ileo anal pouch (j pouch) and slowly life became “normal” again and I was able to do the things I’d always enjoyed like going out for meals, drinking (though I had… Continue reading Just when you think life is going well…
After the shock of bumping into Mr Gelber in Greenwood, I spent the rest of my time doing what I’d been told to do, taking it easy and resting. Days were spent reading, playing on the ipad and watching TV. I’d told my manager at work that I’d be back within 3 weeks, and once… Continue reading Back to work and enjoying life!
I enjoyed being back at home, but the first night back in my own bed was strange. It was too quiet compared to the hospital ward, I was unable to settle, and yet in hospital it was a struggle to sleep due to the beeping of drip machines, snoring of patients and some of them… Continue reading Caught out
Due to the difficult experience the previous night, I hardly slept a wink, I felt like a zombie, and was in a terrible mood, staff were warned to approach with caution, as I was in no mood for confrontation this morning. I just wanted to get away from the ward and get back home to… Continue reading The journey to normality (not sure I was ever normal) begins.