Why is I’m more drawn to writing on this when I’m sinking - when the joy has dwindled? Well it could be more health issues. I’d like to think that if I was in tip top health I’d be laughing.
It’s 5am and I’ve been sleeping fitfully all night despite half a Sleep Aid - which usually works a treat.
The radioactive iodine treatment has damaged my parotid gland, that’s the big one lurking in your cheeks and under your ears. It swells up when I eat something at the wrong time or which has the wrong ingredients. So since 27th July (4 months ago) I’ve lost about a stone and haven’t managed to find any help. So I’ve done my own research and there isn’t really anything I can have done apart from various unpleasant tests which will merely confirm the damage. It will either get better or it won’t. I have to live with it.
I was pushed from pillar to post by the NHS - not their fault I’m sure as it’s been a tough couple of years for them. But I haven’t got anywhere. I’d hoped for an MRI to maybe see if the damage was permanent, in which case I’ll just have to live with it. And be forever slim. But that’s not going to happen and I don’t want to fork out £850 for it to be done privately.
A couple of weeks later.
Don’t feel quite as desperate, more resigned.
I made this recently but haven’t been making nearly enough things otherwise. Hope it’s only a phase….
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