Bloody hell...
After a wonderful new year relaxing with my family in Tarbert (up on Loch Fyne)
I finally thought that my health was recovering.
But no... On Tuesday, I travelled down to Nottingham to enroll on my PhD. All was going well until I started getting stomach pains on the train. After throwing up in the toilets, I became feverish and struggled to keep myself conscious (my general mood not helped by the surrounding kids screaming in my ears) When I got to Nottingham, I got really bad and found that I was bleeding internally.
My friend Mel was putting me up for a couple of nights so she thankfully got me inside and made sure I didn't collapse. It seems my Crohn's was playing up again, so my planned trip to Nottingham to enroll and meet up with my tutors was pretty much dead.
It got so bad that I briefly considered going to the A&E department of the local hospital but with my family still up in Glasgow I didn't want to end up staying for a week or more in a hospital bed so far away (and would hate to have forced them to take time off work)
So my dad drove down the next day to take me home (a 12 hour round trip for him!) and I've been lying in bed recovering ever since.
Why does this have to happen now! I just wish the doctors could help me get better.
The only consolation is that Sarah will be returning from India on Tuesday so I'll be able to see her again. While I know I certainly won't be back to full health by then, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure I can meet her off her flight and spend some quality time with the girl that I love.
At times like this, it is the only thing that matters.
After a wonderful new year relaxing with my family in Tarbert (up on Loch Fyne)
I finally thought that my health was recovering.
But no... On Tuesday, I travelled down to Nottingham to enroll on my PhD. All was going well until I started getting stomach pains on the train. After throwing up in the toilets, I became feverish and struggled to keep myself conscious (my general mood not helped by the surrounding kids screaming in my ears) When I got to Nottingham, I got really bad and found that I was bleeding internally.
My friend Mel was putting me up for a couple of nights so she thankfully got me inside and made sure I didn't collapse. It seems my Crohn's was playing up again, so my planned trip to Nottingham to enroll and meet up with my tutors was pretty much dead.
It got so bad that I briefly considered going to the A&E department of the local hospital but with my family still up in Glasgow I didn't want to end up staying for a week or more in a hospital bed so far away (and would hate to have forced them to take time off work)
So my dad drove down the next day to take me home (a 12 hour round trip for him!) and I've been lying in bed recovering ever since.
Why does this have to happen now! I just wish the doctors could help me get better.
The only consolation is that Sarah will be returning from India on Tuesday so I'll be able to see her again. While I know I certainly won't be back to full health by then, I'm going to do everything I can to make sure I can meet her off her flight and spend some quality time with the girl that I love.
At times like this, it is the only thing that matters.
annalee:
Sorry you arent well, hope you get better soon. I just realised I havnt emailed you back yet about the documentary, I have to say Im a bit shy and private about these kind of things so I dont think Id be very good for it but I hope you can do something nice for it and get it all working. If theres any other way I might be able to help without actually appearing in it then just ask 