Firstly, I owe you all an apology. I didn’t manage to post anything for #HHOTW last Friday. Blame my boring new health issues, along with a mini-heatwave for preventing me from posting anything. I let you down, I let the internet down, and more importantly, I let myself down. What’s worse is this week’s #HHOTW is not an all time great. It’s mediocrity at its mediocre best.
Hippy Health Update
Will keep this super brief. Saw a GP at my surgery this week, who sent me straight back to A&E, telling me my spine might be crumbling. Spoiler alert: It’s not crumbling, but it is in bad shape.
Had a much better experience at A&E this time. It wasn’t as busy, and I was seen relatively quickly. The doctor was fantastic, did the most thorough exam that I’ve had since this bullshit started, and tried to get me some tests done that same day, as she said my problems were urgent. Urgent, perhaps, but not urgent enough for the radiographers to squeeze me in. I was actually a bit relieved as I am dreading the test, but also because my spine isn’t as bad as some doctor’s have thought. I am going back on Monday morning, bright and early for the test with the same sense of dread. On top of all that, it’s meant to be 30C+ on Monday, so I am not looking forward to the whole thing. I hate extreme heat, London doesn’t cope with it well.
500 Days
Technically, this is a highlight from last week. And if we really want to get pedantic, it’s not really even a highlight, as it has been overshadowed by my “crumbling spine”.
I hit a significant milestone last week regarding my epilepsy. I haven’t had a major seizure in over 500 days. That’s the longest stretch since all this started back in 2018. Go me.
Two shitty shitposts
Staying with the theme of mediocrity, here’s are two very quick ones which might illicit a guilty giggle or two.
Not sure why you’d want to come back next week, but the invitation remains open. Some weeks are much better than others. I have a lengthy list of things I want to write, and graphics and videos I want to make. For the last couple of weeks, I just haven’t been up to it, which sucks. I think once I am properly diagnosed, and I know what the treatment will be, I might feel a bit better, and more creative. Unless I need surgery, which could be possible, in which case, I will continue on my sad, depressed path. Hey ho. See you next week, you glorious mofos!
