Enjoying Life With Psoriatic Arthritis
*WARNING* If you don't like talk of toes then this is not the blog post for you. There will be no really bad feet photos included (although I do have hundreds for my own personal collection) and I am obviously not a medical professional so I cannot give medical advice on personal situations. Also, GOOGLE [...]
30 Thirty Dertig Dreißig Trenta Trente שְׁלֹשִׁים No matter how I try to dress it up. 30 is happening. Two weeks today is my thirtieth birthday. Or in my dodgy estuary English accent, firty. Turning 33 will be a linguistic nightmare. I’ve been thinking a lot about what this birthday means to me, if it [...]
Self-esteem [self-i-steem-] Noun A realistic respect for or favourable impression of oneself; self-respect. Has anybody seen my self-esteem? Last seen around July 2016. Belonged to a girl about 5’6”, size 8, usually wearing a cute dress, full fringe, lashings of black eyeliner and generally happy looking. No? No, I’ve not seen her either. She’s [...]
"You have brains in your head and feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own and you know what you know. You are the one who’ll decide where you’ll go. Well, go forward, go forward. On to glory!” Last Sunday I fulfilled a life long dream. I [...]
I should start this post by saying that it is very much intended to be tongue in cheek and is based on my own observations, although I have no doubt that most of these are recognisable to anybody who’s a member of a health related facebook group. Support groups have offered me just that. Support. [...]
The Easter weekend is here! Although I'm not that excited as I'm working both today and Monday because I'm all about the money and I'm not allowed chocolate cos my body continues to reject a growing number of foods. JOYOUS! On Wednesday I was asked: "What's the one thing you want other people to know [...]
I hate hospitals. I hate going to them even more. I hate not knowing what I’m going to hear. Not knowing if I’ve gotten progressively worse. Not knowing what to expect. Not knowing if I’m going to see the nice side of my specialist or the nasty side. Not knowing if I’ll cry. Not knowing [...]
