“You don’t look ill”, “Aren’t people with Crohn’s skinny?”, “All you need to do is stop eating xyz and you’ll get better”, “Have you tried Aloe Vera/Juice Plus/Forever Living?” All things I have heard in the few years since I was diagnosed.  All are frankly bollocks.  No, if I wear make-up I look reasonable. No I’m not skinny but I still shit more in the first hour I wake than than most people do in a week – or two.  No, not everyone has trigger foods (although many do, they’re probably thinking of coeliac or IBS).  And NO I am not trying your multilevel marketingRead More →

Strength

I’m back from another long day in A&E because of this bastard disease, Crohn’s. I’ve previously written here about my diagnosis and first operations (have a gander, it’s thrilling – intensive care and everything).  Cutting a very long story short since August 2013 I’ve had 6 operations 5 of which were within 20 months of each other. I had my most recent operation two weeks ago for an anal fistula (google it, you won’t be disappointed).  Over this past weekend a (very painful) lump came up and I’m having fevers and not feeling at all well so my IBD nurse (firmly) suggested I attend A&E. IRead More →

I’ve been lucky enough to reach the ripe old age of 39 and not have a close encounter with the Big C. Friends and family members I’ve lost have not suffered from cancer.  Until now.  My Bestie’s beautiful mum was diagnosed just over a year ago and now cancer is stealing her from us.  And I’m fucking angry, no, I’m livid.  How dare it? How dare this disease walk into our lives like it owns the place and take someone so wonderful? My Bestie and I grew up together, both of us were only children so we spent most of our time together, right upRead More →

For as long as I can remember I’ve been on a diet, or at least in need of one.  When I was seven my mum took me to the Dr because I had a cold or some other unrelated illness and the Dr (who himself was, let’s be honest here, a fat fucker) told her I was overweight and sent me to a dietician.  There started my unhealthy relationship with food.  It really started when my parents split up and I would spend the weekend with my father who plied me with sweets and crisps and sat me in the corner of his local pub.Read More →

​I’ve been struggling mentally a bit lately. I think I’m fairly good at hiding it from most people, not all. People that know me well know the signs.   Anyway.  It came to a bit of a head this morning and I was having trouble coping with life in general not to mention a teething baby and a five year old who just wants to play.   We’d planned a grand day out with Granny but ended up going to the local Wildfowl Reserve instead.  We go there a fair bit. It’s free and it’s lovely and it’s quite peaceful.  There’s nothing like immersing yourselfRead More →

I’m sat here on this lovely summer’s day 3 years to the day that I had my first major operation. An operation that would lead to a further 4, and counting… I was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease in September 2012. Big L was 1 and Little L was a sparkle in his father’s eye.  I’d suffered with what had been previously diagnosed as IBS since my teens and been backwards and forwards to the Dr’s since.  It turns out it was actually Crohn’s. Crohn’s and IBS have very similar symptoms and Crohn’s is apparently hard to diagnose. It was found because I’d been ill withRead More →

You know those mums who totally have their shit together? Yeah?! Me too.  And I’m not one of them.  Let me tell you about my day in the hope that, in some small way it makes you feel better about yours.  Today was tough. It started out fine. I even managed a lie in until 7.30 (we don’t count the wake ups to feed or wee overnight). I made Vince’s sandwiches last night too so didn’t have to rush doing them  (yes we are very new age in our house)! The day went tits up somewhere around 8am. First of all I had only hadRead More →

I know most of my blogs are tongue in cheek and hopefully bring a little laughter to your day so I apologise in advance for this installment. I’m writing this following the recent storyline in EastEnders. The tragic death of Paul brought back memories from my early twenties. When I was 24 I lost my boyfriend to an accident at work. We’d been going out together for about 8 months. We had plans to move in together and had been on holiday to Torquay in his little red Fiat. The night before his death we’d been to our usual Thursday night karaoke at our localRead More →

There was an article in the local rag (Yes Kent Online, I’m looking at you) about a woman who had complained to a train company about workmen who had wolf-whistled at her.  Now.  Let’s set the scene. Said woman was alone on a (fairly remote) train station platform following an awards ceremony in London. She was waiting for a connecting train. She was dressed up.  It was late at night. She was wolf-whistled at by several workmen that were working for the train company nearby. She felt vulnerable. I can understand that.  I have walked home from the pub slightly inebriated (shitfaced) on countless occasionsRead More →