Shenanigans & Contemplation

Shenanigans & Contemplation

Hey everyone,

I’ve got to apologise once again, for being missing in action for so long!! Everytime I’ve thought “I’ll get a blog post up tonight”, something has cropped up, or I’ve fallen asleep, or other such things have occurred. Its frustrating, but that’s life I suppose!!

So, a bit of a catch up is once again due!

I should really read my last post before posting new ones, but I never do 🤦‍♀️ so I also apologise if I repeat myself!

If I remember rightly, the last post was shortly after I was really unwell and taken to hospital by ambulance. It took a fair while to recover from that, which was pretty frustrating. But thankfully, I’m pretty much back to normal; well normal for me anyway!

I’ve since seen the neurology consultant, who said he feels that it was a one off, and not as a result of anything sinister going on in my brain, or epilepsy. Which is a relief. He did send me for a CT brain scan, which I had yesterday, just to make sure all is good in there. He said he would write to me with the results, and what, if any, further action needs to happen. If the scan is fine, then I’ve no need to go back to see him. I also had my full body bone scan yesterday. It was a seriously long day at the hospital. I arrived at around 10.30am, and didn’t leave until about 6pm. Getting home at just before 7pm! The bone scan was what took the longest, as it involved having an injection at 12pm (although my appointment time was 11.15!) And then waiting until 3.30pm for the scan. To allow the radioactive stuff to get into my bones. So boring on my own! Had lunch at Costa, and then wandered about for what felt like forever. Sat in the outpatients garden for a bit too, and read a book. Finally got to 3pm and I headed back up to the nuclear medicine department for the scan. The scan took about 30 minutes, which wasn’t so bad. I left that department around 4pm. Then had to pass the time once again, until 5.45pm for the CT scan! Which thankfully, I was seen 5 minutes early and was out and on the bus by 6pm! Longest. Day. Ever. I was utterly exhausted by the time I got home, and still feel pretty drained today! But glad they’re both done! Now the waiting for the results…. ugh.

Can’t recall if I mentioned having the Mirena Coil put in, in my last post. But I finally gave in and went through with it. Seriously painful procedure (for me anyway, some women don’t feel a thing!). Made me feel quite unwell for a day or 2, and very bad cramps on and off too. But once it had settled, it’s not been too bad. Hopefully it’ll be a positive thing and make life with Endometriosis a bit easier! Am back to see the gynae consultant in May, so we shall see what’s going to happen next, if anything.

2nd of April, I’m having an MRIS on my joints. Not much looking forward to that. The MRI machine is so loud and claustrophobic, so I struggle with that. But hopefully it’ll be okay. That’s the 2nd test that the rheumatology consultant requested. First being the bone scan. Not seeing him until August though, unless the results require me to go sooner. Yet again, another waiting game!

I’ve got an appointment with my GP tomorrow to check in and update her on what’s been going on. Then next week, I’ve got dentist for a filling to be drilled out and redone. I just need a break from treatments, tests, scans, doctors, hospitals….everything! I’m so tired and done with it all now. Feel like I’m falling apart piece by piece! At the age of 34…. oh the joys!

Anyways, I’m gonna go chill out now for a bit before heading off to bed. I’ll be back fairly soon, as I’m guest writing for education.com again! Was asked a few weeks back if I’d like to write for them again, and of course said yes! But with one thing and another, I’m yet to actually do the post! 🤦‍♀️ it’s on my to-do list for this weekend! Hopefully!!

Thanks for reading, hope you’re all having a good week!! X

Chaos & cuss words.

Chaos & cuss words.

Hey everyone,

Sincerest apologies for not writing for a while; have had, what can only be described, as a hellish week last week. All starting on the Sunday (24th February). Grab a cuppa, this may be a long one!

****TRIGGER WARNING**** (vomiting, hospital)

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So, had a pretty chilled day that Sunday, took J for a run around at the park, and I actually put make up on for the first time in a long while! Came home, and hadn’t got much in that was quick for dinner, so decided to order a takeaway. Honestly wish we hadn’t. But, we did, we ate, it was good. Then, about half an hour to an hour after eating, I started to feel queasy. Thinking not much of it, as I was due my monthly, and normally get some degree of nausea in the lead up to it. Got on with things, as I always do, got little miss to bed etc and relaxed with hubby. I was getting more and more nauseous by the minute though, and anxiety started to kick in, knowing something wasn’t right and the likelihood of being physically unwell was high. Around midnight, the feeling intensified, and I knew I was going to be sick. Made a dash for the kitchen sink, as wasn’t going to make it upstairs quick enough. Was violently sick. Dizzy, sweaty, shaky and generally feeling totally rough (as you do when you’re sick!). Hoping it was only going to be the once, had some water and splashed my face with cool water, disinfected the sink and went and sat back in the lounge to recover.

1am rolls round, we hadn’t yet gone up to bed, and I feel sick again. Worse than before. Get to the kitchen, getting more and more dizzy by the second, barely being able to see where the sink was. I remember reaching the sink, leaning up against it as everything had gone black and fuzzy, so I was just hoping I would vomit into the sink…. then, bang.

Next thing I know, I’m sat on the kitchen floor, covered in vomit, sitting in vomit and potentially pee, with my husband on the phone and holding me upright. I hadn’t a clue who I was, where I was or what had happened. The only thing I knew for sure, was that I was in a lot of pain and really not well at all. My husband was on the phone to 999. Paramedics arrived shortly after I come round, and checked me over, ecg, BP, temperature etc. They said I needed to be taken to hospital for further tests and observation. It turns out, I’d collapsed and had a seizure. The first ever in my life. My husband had heard the bang, and came to the kitchen, to find me on the floor. He grabbed the phone and called straight away, and whilst he was doing so, I started convulsing, and my hands went into like claw shapes, really rigid. I remember when I came round, that my hands were still pretty rigid and I couldn’t open them. He also had to pull me forwards, as my head went back as I was vomiting, and I started choking.

It was quite honestly the most terrifying experience of my life. I actually thought I was going to die. I was in hospital by around 2.30am, booked in by the paramedics, and had another ecg. Then had to sit in the main waiting area, to be seen. A young boy came in with his dad, complaining of stomach pains. Then was promptly sick everywhere. Not helpful for me at all (obviously I know it wasn’t intentional, poor boy, I really felt for him). A few minutes later, that rising feeling came back in my stomach, and I called to the nurse for a bowl. She only just managed to get it to me in time, and I was really sick again. She made a call and grabbed a wheelchair, and whisked me to the majors unit, into a side room. Which was much better for me, and the other patients.

I was settled in to the bed by a male nurse, and he told me that another nurse would come and put a cannula in, and take some bloods. After that, he came back and gave me some anti sickness meds. Which was a welcome relief. I was seen by a couple of doctors, then put on IV fluids for an hour or so. Once the bloods had come back, they weren’t flagging anything of major concern, and I’d not had another seizure or vomited, so at around 5.30am, I was discharged. Under strict instructions to rest, drink plenty of fluids, not to drive (I don’t anyway), and to avoid hot baths or showers. Also, they’d made an urgent referral for me to be seen at the seizure clinic.

I walked out of A&E, still feeling pretty dazed and confused, and then had to work out how to get home. As obviously hubby had stayed home with J, and I couldn’t ask him to come get me and wake her. So, checked bus times, over an hours weight for the first bus of the day. So called for a taxi instead. £13.30 !! For a 20 minute journey. Its mental. But, I was just happy to be home. Then had to call hubby to let me in, as all I’d got with me was my phone. Hadn’t taken any keys or a fob. Took 5 calls, but eventually raised him and he let me in, and I literally went straight upstairs, into pjs, and into bed. Utterly drained and exhausted.

It’s been a rough week recovering, still not 100%, but a lot better than I was. They don’t know what caused the seizure, as I’m not (as far as I know) epileptic. There’s a few possibilities, such as a spike in temperature or a sudden drop in blood pressure. As I had a high temp and low BP when the paramedics arrived. I’ll hopefully know more once I’ve been to the seizure clinic on the 11th.

Phew. Told you it was a long one! If you’ve read this far, thank you! I’ll update as and when I know what’s happening with that side of things, and obviously anything else that seems blog-worthy!

Hope you’re all good and have a great week! 🖤

Oh, and I’ve sworn to never have a takeaway ever again! 😂

X

Facebook page.

Facebook page.

Hey everyone,

Just a quick check in, to say that I would love for any of my followers here, to pop over to Facebook (if you have it) and give my page a like. I post daily, often more than once. It’s far easier for me to pop a quick post on there, than it is to sit and write a blog post. Of course I’ll still be here and write as often as I’m able. But predominantly, my page sees a lot more action, so to speak!! 😂

Here is the link to my page 👇👇👇👇

Mumma 7716

I believe it shows to the side of my blog posts too…. 🖤

Much love,

Mumma:7716 X

Untitled ramblings.

Untitled ramblings.

It’s just gone 1am, and my mind is a hive of activity. Despite being so overwhelmingly tired and should really get to bed, I just can’t stop my mind from overthinking and over analysing stuff.

The last couple of days, have been so hard. Depression is genuinely crushing me, to the point where sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe. Getting up in the morning is still a struggle, although a lot of that is down to lack of sleep, but also because I just cannot be bothered to be an adult. Add to that the aches and pains all over my body, and I just feel shit. All the time. I hobble around, as if I’m an OAP sometimes, and I’m getting so fed up with it.

Today I built a toddler bed for our daughter, in the vain hope that it would help with our issues of getting her to sleep at night. Nope. Still an utter shit storm of stress and frustration all round. She finally gave in at around midnight. I was tempted to then just crawl into bed myself, but I just needed some time to sit, zone out in front of the TV, not do anything much at all. Then my brain just kicks into overdrive, the self doubt floods in and the critical thinking jumps on board too. The “I’m a shit mum” and “you have no idea what the f**k you’re doing” are the most prominent. As well as the overwhelming urges to self harm or worse. It’s been over 4 years since I last self harmed, and in that time, I’ve never had such a strong, demanding urge in my head, to do it, like I have right now. I do my best to distract myself, but it’s like a constant niggle in the back of my mind, on and on and on. Telling me to do it. Over and over again. I know that if I do, I’ll be so disappointed in myself and full of guilt. But at the same time, I keep thinking, just the once won’t do any harm, and then maybe the urges will stop. And then I think, but what if they don’t stop? What if I keep getting them and keep acting on them, over and over, until…. too much. I’m honestly at a loss.

I’m trying my hardest to keep my head above water, but it feels like I’m walking in lead boots through treacle. Every step gets harder, and I’m constantly battling to keep standing. I feel like I’m sinking more and more every day. I need a month of sleep. I literally just want to hibernate right now.

I’m sorry for all the negativity, but I’m adamant I’ll always keep it real, raw and honest. There’s no use pretending or hiding behind a fake smile. Its exhausting enough as it is, without holding up a pretense too. I’m worn out. And clinging on by my fingertips. Scared that my fingers will just let go….

X

Monday Madness

Monday Madness

Ugh. That’s the general feels for today…. just, ugh.

It’s been a really hard, draining, stressful day. From the moment I woke up, to right now, I’ve struggled with literally everything. Getting out of bed this morning, was super tough, as I just felt so achey and heavy, I very nearly just didn’t bother getting up at all. I had a doctors appointment though, and I knew if I didn’t go, I’d be pissed at myself. So, I was up, dressed and out the door in the space of 20 minutes. Was late to my appointment, but they’re never running on time anyway. I was seeing the one and only doctor, that does the mirena coil procedures. On the advice of my GP when I saw her last week, to try and ease my anxiety and fears about having it. As that’s seemingly my only option for now. She was very reassuring, and despite still feeling pretty anxious about it, after the appointment, I booked in for the swabs (to make sure there’s no infections etc before having it put in) and the procedure too. 14th February for swabs, and if they’re all okay, 7th March for the mirena. It’s an early appointment, so at least I can get it out of the way and get on with the day. Does mean getting up early though, with enough time to eat and take pain relief before going for it. I am dreading it, I won’t lie, but I’m sincerely hoping it’s as amazing as I’m being led to believe….

Anyway, after the doctors, I picked up a few bits from the shop for lunch and headed home. This afternoon, we went up to Iceland and Aldi, and in Iceland, little miss decided to kick off in epic style. I actually wanted the ground to swallow me up at one point. I could feel all eyes around me, burning into my skin almost. I could hear the tuts, and saw the shaking of heads and disapproving looks. I glared back at a few of them, and really had to bite my tongue and hold back from losing my shit with people. I felt so vulnerable and anxious, and totally lost it with my poor girl. I hate getting cross with her. I hate losing my temper. It makes me feel so angry at myself, and guilty for upsetting her and making the situation worse. I know she doesn’t do it on purpose (mostly!), and that she’s just venting her frustration in the only way she knows how. I also realise that she’s growing up, and therefore wanting to be more independent. Today the kick off was because she wanted to get out of the buggy and walk. At the time, we were trying to get the bits of shopping we needed and get home. We were all tired, a little bit on the frazzled side, and it escalated pretty quickly. Once we’d paid, and got some of the way home, off the main busy road too, I got her out of the buggy and we let her walk the rest of the way home. She did really well, and held my hand all the way. I was genuinely really proud of her, and how well she behaved once she was out and calm. She was pointing things out, like dogs, leaves, cars etc. She is super observant of everything around her, and I love that. We eventually made it home, and up to the house. I was relieved to be honest, as my anxiety was raging and I needed to get back to my comfort zone and calm down.

J is so fiercely stubborn when it comes to independence. She’s so strong willed, and when she makes up her mind to do something or wants something, there’s literally no point really trying to battle with her. Obviously there is times where we do have to stick to our guns and say no to some things, and deal with the inevitable consequences, but most of the time, our little toddler terror, usually wins, just for a quiet life! It’s probably not the greatest parenting in the world, but it’s how we feel is best for us, and it works (most of the time). So, stuff what anyone else thinks. Our child, our lives, our rules. Simples!

Before I sign off for the night, I’d love to ask a little favour of you all if I may…. if you have Facebook, I would be so grateful if you’d pop onto my page and give it a like. I’m working really hard on building it back up again, after having to start fresh. I think the link to it should be to the side of this post, but if not, you can find it by clicking here – Mumma:7716

I post as often as I can to my page, more often than I sit and write a blog post anyway! I missed my usual Sunday blog sesh, as J refused to go to bed until nearly 11pm, and by that point I was just shattered and had zero concentration!

Right, going to call it there for tonight, I hope you all had a good weekend, and that Monday was kind to you today! Have a fab week everyone, and I’ll speak to you again soon!

Much love X

 

Real, raw and honest….

Real, raw and honest….

Feeling pretty pants tonight if I’m honest; still full of cold/flu germs, and despite a pretty chilled day, I’m just so drained and exhausted. All we did today was have baths, and I changed the beds. But its wiped me out. Have only just got J to bed and asleep (11.20pm!!) after a failed attempt earlier on. She has been up and on the go since 8.45am this morning! How she kept going, is beyond me! No nap either…. toddlers eh?! Hoping to feel a bit less “ugh” tomorrow. Am so bored, tired and fed up with always being poorly.

I often feel like my body just hates me 🤦‍♀️ if it’s not my brain chemicals causing me issues, it’s my immune system not coping, resulting in me getting a virus or infection; Or my joints aching, swelling or stiffening up like they’ve been filled with concrete, making simple tasks like walking near on impossible; or feeling like my insides are trying to claw their way out…. it never ends! There is always something happening that I have to deal with. Whilst trying my best to be a mum, a wife, a daughter, a cousin, an aunt, a friend…. and generally just adulting. Some days are harder than others, and I get the very rare odd day here and there, where I’m 90% feeling alright….! No two days are really the same though, and I can go to bed feeling okay, and wake up feeling horrendous, or vice versa. It’s all very unpredictable and I think that’s what makes it so frustrating! Never knowing what curve ball will be thrown at me next, and wondering if I’ll have the energy to dodge it, or if it’ll hit me square in the face and knock me down again. Mental health and physical health, go hand in hand. One can’t function without the other, and so many don’t seem to understand that. Mental illness can make you feel physically unwell too, and likewise, being physically unwell can make you feel down and depressed too. Especially when its relentless, one thing after another.

But, I take each day as it comes. A new day, to try again, to fight again, and to do what I need to, to get through it. I make the most of the good times, and repeat “this too shall pass” through the bad. I take the ups with the downs, and live my best life as much as possible. Its important to live for today, always. Because the past is gone, dwelling on it is pointless, as is worrying about the future. They are two times that can’t be changed or predicted, so focus on the here and now. Live fully in each moment and never take anything or anyone for granted. Life is far too short, don’t let it pass you by. Make it count.

Much love, and good night! X

Reboot/Refresh

Reboot/Refresh

Evening everyone,

Amazingly, its Sunday, and I’m actually blogging!! It’s a miracle 😂

Anyway, sadly it shall be fairly brief, as I’m currently being attacked by the damn flu virus and just want my bed…. ugh.

But, I wanted to make you all aware (if you’ve not yet noticed) the name and URL of my blog has changed today. It has happened for a couple of reasons, the first one being, I became the target of harrassment and abuse by online trolls/bullies, on my Facebook page. I won’t go into full details, as its irrelevant to be honest, but it was a continuous stream of reviews and comments, making out that I’m some kind of bully and awful person on social media. Those who know me in person, and those that have followed my blog for sometime, will know that isn’t who I am at all. I’m probably the least likely person to be a bully, having been the victim of bullies several times in my life. Although, I did think that that was all left behind in childhood and teen years, to fall victim to it again in my 30s has shaken my confidence somewhat I’ll admit. The comments were completely irrelevant to my blog or page anyway, as none of those commenting had ever liked my page or read my blog! Despite numerous reports of harrassment to Facebook, nothing was done. The people behind it then blocked me, so I couldn’t see their posts, but my friends and other followers of my page could. How that works I have no idea, Facebook is littered with flaws. So I made the decision to cut ties with the name and page, and start fresh. Besides, if you search on Facebook for The Unfiltered Mum, there’s many pages and groups, with varying adaptions to the name, so it wasn’t as unique as it originally was. So in a way, it’s probably a blessing in disguise!

So, I’m going forward as Mumma:7716. Which actually feels much better anyway, more accurate and relevant in many ways. As time has passed since the start of this blog, its evolved and my life has had added things thrown into the mix, that I feel can be better covered under the new name anyway. It’s the day I became a mum, and my new chapter in life began, so all in all, I’m kinda in love with it 😍 (yeah I’m weird….).

Right, soon be time to take more pills, generously apply vicks, put comfy pjs on and collapse into bed!

Good night all, and keep your eyes peeled for more posts coming soon, as I have some in “draft” mode to edit and publish!

Much love, X