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Managing Gynaecological Pain - A Guide (My Mirena Story)

Back in November 2017, I wrote about how I was on a quest to cure me of this hell I was living. The Crippling pain, Heavy bleeding & the low moods had made my life hell for decades. I wrote about how scared I was about undergoing a general anaesthetic . I neglected to write about how that felt so I will soon including the healing process. I will update this post once I do that.

Anyway I had a laproscopy where my surgeon was able to cut away the "longest adhesions he's ever seen" and he also inserted a Mirena IUD to see if that helped my symptoms. He had a look into my womb and he didn't find any endometriosis.

The Mirena was not the right solution for me. I bled everyday from November to March. I had other side effects too not to mention my body effectively crashing at the end of March. When I had my follow up with the gynaecologist, He agreed it wasn't working although my periods were lighter, there was no point if I got no break from the bleeding. He has of…

Prednisolone, My Old Friend.

I saw the Rheumatologist today and as I suspected, She's prescribed me a course of Prednisolone. For those of you not acquainted with this medication, it's a steroid given to suppress your immune system. It's often given when someone is flaring up. It's very good at its job but man the side effects (for me) are shit scary.

I used this when I got Bell's Palsy in 2009. I'll tell you the story around that incident another day but I had half my face paralysed and that medication helped me get better for sure. I was a total She-hulk though. When I wasn't being ragey, I was crying at the drop of a hat and eating everything in sight.


Back to present day and I'm terrified to take it but I also know, it's the key to coming out of this current flare cycle I'm stuck in. My body could do with the "break".

So here I go Day 1 of 56.

Please be patient with me.

How the eff is this my life? - Moving Forward After a Hard Knock.

Do you ever have those days when all you can say is “how the fuck is this my life?”
Sometimes said in a Wow! I’m killing it but mostly said in bewilderment. I try and be present and aware of  what’s happening around me & within me, however I’m also guilty of zoning out and getting through my days in a perpetual daze. Occasionally you look up and you are stunned at what your life has become.



When this happens, you may be anxious or feel helpless about where you’ve ended up. Either through your own choices or the cards you’ve been dealt. I just wanted to write today, it’s never too late to make changes in order to achieve the life you want.

I’ve been saying that phrase lately but I know that life changes and we’ve got to adapt the best way we know how. So for me, I know with my new diagnosis, I can’t take on as much like I used to.
I need to give myself wiggle room in my schedule. I have to be kind to myself and say no to things I really want to do so I can function better. I need …

Yay for Yin Yoga

Since that weekend where my life seemed to pause, and I realised that though the BC Scare was over, I had yet more battles to fight, I have been struggling physically (to be fair emotionally too).

I am now hubbling instead of running or walking, getting in and out of the bath not to talk of the 24/7 pain . I’ve had bloods done & have been put on starter meds. My joints are very painful & swollen. My immune system is very angry.



Yet coping with the everyday has been very tricky. I still have a very busy life to lead & responsibilities to carry.

However, I started doing some morning salutations just to get me going and today I went to my usual 2 hr class and my teacher was amazing at checking if the poses felt ok. If they didn’t, she offered me props to help and if they didn’t , she gave me an alternative.






I was so happy that I was doing it! Afterwards, I stopped at the beach (my happy place) just so my swollen painful joints could bathe in the sea. The tide was out but I f…

It’s not Cancer.

Thank fuck for that! Honestly, worst week in terms of anxiety. I can normally hold my shit together in public but on Thursday , I needed a walk around my office block as I was so agitated. I got to the appointment & the consultant said my results were clear where cancer is concerned. My anxiety was reduced quite drastically.

Turns out my theory is correct. It’s my old friend - Hidradenitis Suppurativa (whatever you do, do not Google images!)


I say HS for short. I thought it might be draining from my armpit to my breast tissue which caused this mass to form. 
I’m sad as I honestly don’t know when I’ll be back running. I don’t know when I’ll feel like myself again. I’ve had a few days to wallow, but I’ve decided that I’ve got to make plans to get back to an ok version of where I was. My immune system is totally kicking my arse. I have gone from Half Marathon ready to struggling with stairs in two weeks. This is no April Fools. It's trying to overwhelm me. But I cannot let it. 

My Breasts & I

I wondered what to call this blog post. I thought, my body & I but that seemed too general. You see there is this narrative about how my body is trying to ruin my life but i don't think that's what is actually happening.  Let's not deviate though, I wanted to write specifically about my breasts.

When i first got them I was 7/8 (i.e same age as my son is now) I honestly hated them. I was one of the boys until they arrived and then suddenly I went from climbing trees, riding around the neighborhood on my bike with the guys to being told not to do those things anymore. Close your legs Lucy. sit like a lady. I was being catcalled as i walked the streets by grown men. People changed the way they behaved towards me and also tried to modify my behaviour.

I hated it. I hated my breasts so I wore baggy tops and walked hunched over - literally. I wanted to disappear. So I did to boarding school.

The first term I had grown from an "A" Cup to a "C" Cup resultin…

I’m scared

im sorry for the vague blog post. This is a mind dump. There are times when I forget until I remember. I feel like I’m in Limbo at the moment . My plans, dreams & hopes have a question mark. I’m trying to be normal & go about my routine but I’m scared shitless.

All I know is that it gets overwhelming at the moment whilst I wait. There’s this metaphorical bomb. I can feel it. 

The waiting is the hardest bit.