GLORY FOR QUIGG, BUT IT’S INJUSTICE FOR ‘MILLION DOLLAR’ CROLLA!

One definition of a ‘fairy tale’ is and I quote, “a story in which improbable events lead to a happy ending”.

I am gutted right now because last Saturday,  Manchester boxer Anthony ‘Million Dollar’ Crolla got denied his own fairy tale story.  This man widely dubbed as the ‘nicest guy in boxing’,  deserved to become the WBA Lightweight Champion of the World that night but instead he got denied by poor judging.  The roof of the Manchester Arena should have been blown off by joyous Mancunian celebrating his unbelievable win. Rather, bitterness, injustice and a sense of what might have been filled the air.  The hardest of sport of them all seems all the much harder to bear on nights like this.

For those who are unaware, Anthony Crolla is the boxer who hit the headlines last Christmas time after confronting two burglars in his next door neighbours back garden.  After giving chase and cornering the two culprits events then took a dramatic and devastating turn.  One of them on Anthony’s blindside hit him over the head with a slab of concrete.  As they fled away Anthony staggered back home in shock and was later rushed into hospital.  He was later diagnosed with a fractured skull and had broken his right ankle in two places.

In the immediate aftermath of this shocking incident his general well being as a person was at the forefront everybody’s mind, never mind if he was going to get well enough to ever box again.  On January 23rd 2015 he was due to fight for the WBA world lightweight title against Champion Richard Abril.  This one random act of heroism cost Anthony his dream of fighting for that world title.

Anthony’s health and injuries began to improve and slowly but surely he started making steady progress. He dreamed of being able to fight for that world title, the chance that so cruelly got taken away from him months before.  After Anthony got the all clear from the various doctors promoter Eddie Hearn managed to get him another crack at the WBA world lightweight title. His comeback fight was going to be in his hometown of Manchester on July 18th, against highly rated new champion Darleys Perez.

I am a massive Crolla fan primarily due to him living about two miles from me.  I also love his Manchester trainer Joe Gallagher.  Both sound like stereotypical Mancunians and as a fellow Manc, I proudly love this about them.  Nevertheless, I have to be honest and say that I thought Anthony might be just come up short in this world title bid. I badly wanted him to win of course but I just thought his extended time out of the ring might just catch-up with eventually.  I am a massive UFC fan and I have seen ring rust badly effect multiple fighters who have made a comeback after many months out of the cage.  I also thought the magnitude of the occasion might get to him a bit.  This is a guy who thought at one point thought he might never be able to box again.  Coming out to twenty-thousand cheering Mancunians could easily get to him I thought.

My concerns about the emotion of the occasion getting to Crolla were completely misplaced has it happens. I was also wrong to think he should have had a warm-up fight first to shed off any ring rust that he may have had. Crolla gave an absolute brilliant performance againt Perez.  Admittedly, Perez won the first round and look very menacing I thought. Then it all changed in the second round when near the end of the round Crolla caught him with an absolute peach of a shot.  Perez’s legs did that ‘funky chicken dance’ and he was momentarily hurt without a shadow of a doubt.

The rest of the fight was an enthralling one.  To me and to all of the commentators who were watching it ringside, it seemed one that Crolla was definitely edging.  His work rate was far superior to Perez’s.  He seemed to have all the momentum in the contest. Perez on the other hand seemed lacklustre, tired and void of many ideas. His superior punching power and ring nous always kept him in the contest but anybody could see that Crolla was winning the fight.  With Perez having two points deducted for illegal low blows then it seemed even more clear to everybody that Crolla won be soon be crowned the new world champion.  When the final bell went I was cheering loudly from the armchair because I knew Crolla had won.  I tweeted earlier in the week that if Crolla won then his story would be made into a Hollywood blockbuster.  I was so happy that he was going to be part of such a wonderful modern day fairy tale. Manchester was getting ready to celebrate wildly with him.

I had this dreaded feeling something was up after main commentator Nick Halling suggested something might be, going off some of the facial expressions in the ring post fight. This sick feeling in my stomach was compounded when the judges scorecards were read out. The first one gave it 116-111 Crolla. The second 114-113 Perez. The third gave it 113-113 and so a ‘majority draw’ was the final result, thus Perez remained the champion.  I was truly flabbergasted and astonished at what I was seeing and hearing.  Boos loudly rang out around the Manchester Arena from fans who were equally as disgusted as me.  In the post-fight interviews I thought Matchroom Sports promoter Eddie Hearn summed it up perfectly.  He said it was not a robbery because it was a relatively close fight, however if you factor in the two points deducted for the low blows then clearly Crolla won that fight by two or three rounds.

I was so gutted for the ‘Million Dollar’ Crolla.  He is one of life’s good guys and after a hellish year he so deserved the judges to have got the scoring right.  He deserves to be the new WBA lightweight champion of the world and the fact that he is not is hard to take.  They say sport can be unfair at times and so never was this more the case than on last Saturday night.  Crolla is a champion all but in name however for two reasons.  One, for what he did for his neighbour, and then two for remarkably getting himself fit enough to fight again.  I just hope his story does not play out the same way as it did for his stablemate Paul Smith Jnr. Paul a super-middleweight also trained my Joe Gallagher, deserved to win his first title fight against Champion Arthur Abraham. He too was on the wrong end of poor judging in my opinion.  In the rematch however Abraham was better prepared and decisively won it. I just hope if he gets the rematch against Darleys Perez then Crolla does not suffer the same fate.  I definitely think Perez took Crolla too lightly.  I am gutted for you Crolla but take a bow son, you truly deserve to be the champ and could not have done anything more.  Just like the star you are, you left it all in the ring mate.

In stark contrast, the night for Bury boxer Scott Quigg, was one of extreme jubilation. Quigg, the WBA Regular Super Bantamweight champion successfully defended his belt against former world champion Kiko Martinez.  Spaniard Martinez is a former world champion and was widely seen as Quigg’s toughest opponent to date. Some even thought that he would be too much for Quigg. For example, Carl Frampton’s trainer Shane McGuigan predicted pre-fight that Kiko was all wrong for Quigg and that he would defeat him.  Carl Frampton being the IBF World Super Bantamweight champion and Quigg’s biggest rival.

The first round did worry me slightly from a Quigg fan perspective.  Quigg did not really throw any meaningful punches at Kiko and so we had the latter constantly coming forward at Quigg in a menacing manner.  It looked like this could indeed be a testing night for Quigg, only for him then to hit Kiko with a power bomb of an uppercut that rocked Martinez right down to the bottom of his boots.  Seeing he had Kiko in trouble Quigg then quickly seized all over him and duly landed a first knockdown. A clearly shaken Kiko got back to his feet in time but after another devastating onslaught by Quigg, it was GOODNIGHT VIENNA as they say(not exactly sure who says that though).

What a win for Quigg that was. Definitely his best career performance to date.  The stunned crowd went crazy too, it seemed an amazing atmosphere.  I hope after this performance Scott Quigg now gets some much deserved respect from the boxing fans who had previously doubted his talent as a boxer.  Whilst he was giving this amazing performance on SKY SPORTS, Carl Frampton struggled on his debut fight in America shown on ITV1.  If they do ever fight one another then after last weekend the purse split has to be a straight down the line fifty/fifty one now.  Frampton could never get away with  seeking a seventy/thirty one now, as it was reported he allegedly demanded last time.  This weekend saw the stock of Scott Quigg rise and I am pleased for him. I have since heard his next fight could be a cracker against ‘The Filipino Flash’ Nonito Donaire.  Donaire is a massive name in the sport and former world champion in two different weight divisions.

Other bouts on the main televised card featured Tyrone Nurse v Chris Jenkins for the British light-welterweight title, and Sam Eggington v Glenn Foot for the British and Commonwealth welterweight titles.  The first mentioned fight ended in a draw some how. I say some how because Nurse should have won the fight.  He seemed the one with the higher skill-set and there seemed to be more left in the tank from him when it was over.  In fairness to him though I did think he just nicked the fight, nevertheless it should never have been that close. Nurse should have pushed for a bigger victory thus making sure the judges could not get it wrong.  I have seen him a couple of times now and he has the potential to be better than just fighting at domestic level. He just has to have a higher work rate and not coast as much in fights.

The second bout was deemed a real fifty/fifty one but in reality it was a one sided dominant display by the ever improving young Eggington. Foot being the shorter and more stocky, was never able to get past the long reach of Eggington.  Eggington completely picked him apart and he is definitely one to keep your eye on.

The other televised bout was a bit of a borefest.  It featured St.Helens super-middleweight Martin Murray in a eight round warm-up fight against Mirzet Bajrektarevic from Croatia.  I am not sure what Murray gained from this contest because his opponent did not offer much back.  I think my window cleaner could have beat this Croatian dude so it was of no great shame when the referee stopped it somewhat prematurely. Bigger and tougher tests await for Murray in the near future.  He does look more of a natural super-middleweight to me, one has to think cutting down to middleweight must have impacted on his performances some how in the past.

Overall, it was a great nights viewing.  Quigg’s performance was amazing and Crolla was brilliant too, just so gutting that he did not get the win that he so richly deserved. The thing that sticks out the most though is the music that Anthony Crolla walked out too.  It was so emotional and inspiring to see him walking out to’Hometown Glory’ by Adele.  It was like Anthony’s way of saying thank to the people of Manchester for all of the support they had given him over those very dark few months. He loves the City of Manchester. I just hope one day soon he gets to become world champion……….AND IF SO, IT WOULD BE THE BEST FAIRY TALE THAT I HAVE EVER SEEN!

 

 

 

 

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CRIPPLED…………………….WITH FEAR! MY CONTINUING AWFUL STRUGGLE WITH OCD!

Ever woken up wishing you had not? I do not mean because you fancy another half-hour or so in bed, I mean because your entire being is CRIPPLED with anxiety and fear? Fear about confronting the day ahead because you are worried how you are going to get through it without panicking?  Fear that everything you see or touch is going to be CONTAMINATED? Frightened to put your nose near anything because you worry it will smell of that smell you most dread?  You ever woken up thinking, I can not take much more of this…..I WILL NOT TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS? I hope none of you have ever felt any of these feelings because I would not wish them on my worst enemy. I HAVE HAD ALL OF THESE THOUGHTS THIS WEEK AND IT IS DUE TO SUFFERING FROM A MENTAL PROBLEM.  Only if you do too or have at some point in your life, will you then truly understand the amount of mental torment and anguish that I am going through right now!

The verdict for years has been that I have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder(OCD).  I have had others mentioned like Asperger’s Syndrome and borderline psychosis but nothing has come of them.  The last one sounds more severe than it actually is, when I found out what it actually meant.  I have been told I have a very severe case of a very unusual type of OCD.  For example, it revolves around contamination and the thought of it, but unlike many other sufferers I do not fear I am going catch something or die from ‘contaminated things’.  Other sufferers I have been told worry about contamination and how it might make their loved ones ill. Again, this is not like my OCD.

My OCD revolves around me needing to feel ‘uncontaminated’ in order to achieve piece of mind(equilibrium).  I can not function or even just mentally cope if I feel I am contaminated. This also applies if I think my home or any other buildings that I go in are contaminated too(the latter to a lesser extent). It has changed through the years as well. I would get on top of one issue say like a dog poo phobia and then straight away I would develop a more intense phobia/fear about something else.  I said to a therapist once that it felt like I was spinning plates all of the time, so exhausting. For as long as can remember I have always had to be worrying about something.

University was tough having OCD but at the same time it was great therapy for me. I desperately wanted a degree so I managed to fight and handle my contamination fears.  I lived in a rough area of Liverpool where many people did not pick up their dog crap. It was hard but my motivation was my degree and wanting a brilliant life with a brilliant career.  Mentally, I would put ‘MR OCD’ in a box outside my lecture theatre and I would not return to him until going home. The mind occupation of my studies with the ever demanding essay deadlines, really help distract the OCD.

Then I had a load of physical health problems start, you name I have had or still have it…argh. Well, I mean already had a lot whilst at Uni but then I got some bloody more. I had a major contamination do going to a local doctors once for some blood tests.  Lets just say I sat in something….unknowingly until the day afterwards. Home was always my ‘safe uncontaminated little bubble’ so you can imagine my utter devastation when I discovered that I had spread this nasty smell all over the house.  Three years on and I am still not really over it. I am still not the person I once was when at Uni. This person I really liked. I feel like a failure at the moment. My life currently feels like a big fat joke and waste of time!

I have been coping…ish since this big disaster and been reassured that the house will be tonnes better once we decorate in the near future(back living at Mum’s at the mo).  That is going to be very tough though.ie contaminated things being moved but it needs doing.  Then my physical health took a turn for the worse. For the last twelve months I have been struggling with swollen legs which turned out to be a condition called lymphoedema.  You have it for life and there is no cure.  I am desperate to get my physical and mental health better cos I want a career, too meet somebody and maybe have kids one day. However, at the moment I am just presented with ROADBLOCK AFTER BLOODY ROADBLOCK.

Whilst going for tests in the last six months which led to lymphoedema being diagnosed, to my great distress I have kept smelling a nasty smell either near me or on me. To cut a long story short I have just worked out where in the house it has been coming from……I THINK(AND PRAY).  Yesterday I was all over the place, in full panic and distress mode. I can not believe we had this smell in our house for three years and only now have I become aware of where it has been coming from.  I have been feeling contaminated all over. I feel like the house is contaminated all over and that I will never get over this. Worry the house will never feel clean and uncontaminated again.  Right now it is one of the worse times I have had with my OCD. I feel sick and almost scared to move.  This is not a life that I lead at the moment, it just feels like an existence.  There I was thinking I was slowly making tinny steps forward with my OCD and then this latest episode just goes and slaps me in the face. At times I feel like a sick old animal who just needs putting out of their misery.

I now that sounds strong but it is how I feel right now. I feel completely suffocated by the OCD and so fed up at the constant physical health battles.  I also feel fat, a mess and I have had enough.  I want to being going out with some lovely girl on my arm and say working as some kind of writer.  How can I do that or ever foresee this happening when I am in constant rib and pelvic pain, together with a severe mental health issue that seems too severe to ever get that much better from? Christ, I can not even take much needed medication for my OCD due to them stinging my sore ribs terribly.

I just needed to put it down in a blog about how I was feeling.  I wanted to share the thoughts of a sufferer with OCD in case anybody out there is a sufferer too, but instead suffering in silence. I long for a better life. I am a good guy, one of life’s good guys and I do not deserve such a current crap life.  I long for things to improve very quickly, NO I NEED THEM TO IMPROVE IMMEDIATELY……….but in reality I worry that they ever will. Get better? Right now I fear I have more chance of FLYING TO THE MOON!

 

 

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ANOTHER SETBACK AND BODY BLOW……….I DO HAVE LYMPHOEDEMA AFTER ALL!

A week ago I had appointment at a local hospital where my worst fears were confirmed, I do indeed have a lifelong condition called lymphoedema(in my lower legs) after all. I say after all because I have had this possible diagnosis hanging over me for about the last twelve months or so.  I feel flat, fed-up and pretty devastated at this news.  I am crying inside but overtly trying to put a brave face on it….what other option is there?  It is just another setback in my life to add to all the other host of setbacks that I have had in my life thus far.  Will my luck ever change for the better? I am truly starting to think that I am jinxed!

I first got told last summer that my swollen lower legs could possibly be lymphoedema.  This was after a nasty bout of cellulitis and me being rushed in to a hospital Medical Acute Unit.  As I found out more about lymphoedema afterwards my heart quickly sank.  All I could think of was the line that said ‘there is no cure for it, it is a lifelong condition but it can be managed’.  To some people this would not have seemed like the end of the world but to me it did.  I already had a lot of ongoing health issues as it was, I certainly did not need another one.

I was diagnosed with type one diabetes aged seventeen..for life.  I had two prostate cancer scares from the age of twenty-one, I had a condition rather called chronic bacterial prostatitis(prostate infection).  This gave me an imitable bladder for the rest of my life. The infection tightened up and inflamed all my pelvic floor muscles thus leading to a tilted pelvis and daily chronic pelvic pain.  I still have the pelvic pain now and just hope it improves with physio in time.  I got diagnosed with a back problem in my late twenties.  I have a condition called spondylolisthesis(slipped vertrbrate) to my lumbar spine with nerve compression(causing sciatica down my left leg).  I have the spondylolisthesis for life(no cure) and some medical folk have suggested I was probably born with it. I was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder in my late teens. It is such a crippling illness to suffer from. Again, I was told it will never be cured so you have to try and manage it to an acceptable level. Throw in having to have hernia surgery, sinus surgery and an operation to remove my gallbladder and I hope you now realise why this possible lymphoedema diagnosis felt like the final straw!

I then got the shock of my life when after having a lymphogram(lymph gland scan), I got told by a doctor that I did not have lymphoedema after all. I asked him to repeat it several times because I could not believe my ears.  It was the best news I had received in ages but my ecstasy was to be short lived sadly.  I got told by another consultant two months later that my doppler leg scan was fine and so my legs must be lymphoedema.  I was devastated, crushed and also confused at this news.  Two senior consultants were telling me two cntirely different things. I therefore went to see my GP and she agreed that I needed to be seen at another hospital by another Vascular Surgeon.

Therefore, last Friday was this appointment to confirm whether or not I had lymphoedema.  In my heart-of-hearts I thought it must be lymphoedema because I had all the symptoms for it.  For example, my legs from the knees down swell up when I have been on my feet for no more than say ten minutes.  Whenever I press my finger on one of my swollen legs it then leaves a definite indentation afterwards, a classic sign of lymphoedema I had read.  All my blood tests had come back fine and my kidneys were also said to be in excellent working order.  It all pointed to it being lymphoedema but then why did my lymphogram come back all clear and not show anything? Why did this consultant shout at me saying, “YOU DO NOT HAVE LYMPHOEDEMA” if I did indeed have it?

Unlike the previous two that I had seen, I have to be honest and say that the Vascular Consultant I saw this time was a nice chap.  He was polite and not once did I find him condescending towards me.  I told him all the story and how I have one doctor saying I do not have lymphoedema and another one saying I do.  I was sooooo desperate to hear him say that he did not think it was lymphoedema. However, at the same time I was also fearful he might say that and then follow it up with saying that he did not know what was wrong with me.  I did not want to be left in no man’s land like that. I needed some kind clarity before leaving the hospital for home even it was bad news.

The consultant left me in this kind of treatment room whilst he went away to look at results of all the scans and tests that I’d had done over the last year. Before he went away to look at them I asked him a vital question regarding the lymphogram. I asked him, ” can a person still have lymphodema even though a lymphogram does not show anything”? My lymphogram had not shown anything was wrong with my lymph glands. He replied “yes” to my great disappointment. After this remark I knew it looked odds-on then that I must have lymphoedema.

When the doctor came back to see me I was bracing myself for the worst.  What I could not cope with was him saying he did not know what it was.  His manner again was very polite and I just wish the two others doctors who I had previously seen about my legs could have been like him.  He stated how he had looked at my scans and that they were all fine. My doppler leg scan for example showed good circulation and nothing abnormal.  He looked at a scan they had done of my pelvis about twelve months ago, to see if anything in that could explain my legs swelling.  It was completely fine and so my sore pelvis was not the cause. He told me how the air ways/channels to all my lymph glands were all fine.  Nothing is blocking them according to the lymphogram. Nevertheless, a lymphogram does not show impaired drainage of the lymph glands(how the fluid drains).  Therefore, with this in mind and all the other scans coming back fine, “we have to conclude it is lymphoedema” he said.

I was gutted at being told for definite that I had lymphoedema………..FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.  Unlike the other two differing numpties, I believed this doctor’s verdict. I had resigned myself to having lyphoedema even before going that day but I just hoped that perhaps there was a slim chance that maybe I did not have it. Thinking I probably did have it is a completely different feeling compared to when being told for sure that I definitely did. Yes I was not shocked but at the same time I was gutted.  Gutted that I have ANOTHER health issue to put up with that can not be cured.  The only thing that irritated me about this doctor was when he said the lymphoedema will gradually get worse over time. I needed that information like a hole in the head. Oh and also him saying how he agreed with the last doctor/numpty that I saw, regarding me needing to wear compression stockings(I’d tried to explain about them making my sciatica and pelvic pain a lot worse).

On the positive side….if there is any in this blog, the consultant gave me a list of exercises to do for lymphoedema that I had never come across before. That alone was more than the last useless Vascular doctor had done for me. The last one did not even know if that hospital that I saw him in had a lymphoedema clinic in operation.  I had to tell him myself that it did not, I knew more than him for crying out loud.  As well as the exercises this more helpful doctor also mentioned to me something called Flowtron.  I thought it must be some kind of drug but I was wrong.  It is a kind of pump/balloon type of device that pumps the built up fluid back up into your lymph glands……it helps clear the excess fluid for a time anyhow.  He thought there was chance I could get this done on the NHS and said he will write to my GP with the details. The only downside was that he said you are supposed to wear stockings after it, otherwise it will not work for very long.   If this pump thing works like stockings(via compreesion) then I am a bit fearful at how much it will hurt my back and pelvis.  If I do not have to pay for it though, then I see no harm in trying it once however. If it makes my back and pelvic pain worse then I will just not have it done again. I definitely think I need to try it because I have more to gain from it than lose.

I was encouraged that this consultant had at least heard of a massage for lymphoedema called (MLD) MANUAL LYMPHATIC DRAINAGE. I got the distinct impression that the last two previous twits(doctors) had not but I could be wrong.  He told me that is one of the things that can help it but that the hospital does not offer this service.  It is a highly specified technique so not many people are trained in it. Thankfully, I have found two women within about fifteen miles of my home who do this.  Both are private however and so I am going to have to pay for it. I think it is an absolute disgrace that this therapy is not offered on the National Health Service(thus free).  If I was not in a position to able to afford having it done then I would not get any help and so my lymphoedema would not improve. All they could offer me at the hospital was compression stockings…..not good enough in my book!

On a similar note, as a now ‘new lymphoedema sufferer’ I am outraged that there are no NHS hospitals in my area that currently run lymphoedema clinics.  My nearest hospital has signs posts directing to you the lymphoedema clinic but I soon found afterwards that it does not exist anymore. I spoke on the phone to this lovely seemingly well-qualified Lymphoedema Nurse that was at my local hosopital, only to be told she was leaving her post last Christmas.  I complained about no NHS lymphoedema clinics to this nice Vascular Consultant that I saw.  He said it was due to cuts and there just is not the money for them.  I think this is appalling because sufferers of this life-long condition need all the help we can get. The last hospital I went to was a disgrace in terms of offering me any supportive help. They could not get me out the door quick enough.  People like me who have just been told they have this problem for the rest of their lives need not just physical, but also emotional help.  It is a lot to take in and I am still struggling to come to terms with it a week further on.

I felt pretty devastated when I got back home with the news.  I expected it like I have said but at the same time nobody is ever going to tell me that I do not have lymphoedema anymore.  The realisation of it all made me feel sooooooooo low and depressed.  I know on the plus side lymphoedema is not life threatening but at the same time I am just sick to death of getting health conditions that do not have a RUDDY CURE! I have enough battles on my plate as it is trying to get my bad back, pelvis and OCD a lot better, I certainly did not need another one.  I just need a decent break.

It feels like I’m going one step forward and two back all of the time.  I want to meet somebody and get a brilliant job, both of these things STILL feel like a million miles away at the moment though. I know I have to keep fighting, however even determined me feels so close to throwing the towel in at the moment.  Since being diagnosed for sure with lymphoedema in my legs, I have even started getting upset at seeing people in shorts who have normal sized ankles and legs……and I feel silly for saying it but it is the truth. For example, I saw a guy in his fifties go past our house the other day wearing a pair of sandals that I would not been seen dead in, but the sight of his bare non-lymphodema legs and ankles really got to me.  I just hope this self torment fades away soon.  How do lymphoedema suffers cope going abroad in really hot weather and say going on the beach with swollen limbs? Things like this worry me.  I am scared a fit girl will run a mile once she sees me when my legs are particularly swollen. I have all these and many more worries running through my head now since my lymphoedema has been confirmed.

The plan ahead therefore is to first go and start having this manual lymphatic drainage thing done. Fingers crossed it helps reduce the swelling in my legs somewhat and also this poisoning feeling that I get throughout my body sometimes(due to the built up fluid I presume).  Hopefully, if I can sort my sore ribs out with physio and be less acidic, then I will be able to start taking anti-inflammatory drugs again for my lower back and pelvic pain. At the mo such drugs sting my ribs and make me feel all shaky and nauseous.  Only once I am on anti-inflamms for my pelvis once again will I then be able to withstand wearing compression stockings for the lymphoedema.  Hope you followed all that because it is a bit tricky to understand. I tried wearing compression stockings six months ago and it made my sciatica horrendous afterwards.

I just need to try and regroup having had this new setback. I somehow need to believe that in time I still will achieve the things that I want to in my life. At the moment I am scared that I will not. I am worried that my ongoing ill health is going to beat me.  This lymphoedema business has to be the last BODY BLOW that I get for awhile……..because I am not sure how many more BLOWS TO THE BODY this man can take!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

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ENOUGH OF THE DIABETIC SELF-PITY……THINGS COULD BE A LOT WORSE!

I know this blog is going to annoy some of my fellow diabetics out there but I can not hold my silence any longer.  At the moment I am having a terrible flare-up with my Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, a truly panic stricken episode that makes living right now incredibly difficult….you’ll have no idea how hard unless you too have experienced mental health issues. I have been a type one diabetic for over twenty-one yrs and I am fed up of reading tweets and blogs about how hard life is being a diabetic. STOP PAINTING DIABETES OUT TO BE THIS GOD AWFUL THING….THERE ARE A LOT WORSE THINGS IN LIFE TO HAVE!

Does my diabetes frustrate the hell out of me some sometimes? Of course it does and I wish I did not have it for numerous reasons.  For example, I miss not eating chocolate when I want too. The constant of going out and having to have some food on me in case of a hypoglycemic attack wears me down occasionally. When I go out on a night out I feel like Robocop due having my pockets bulging full of diabetic related stuff.  My biggest frustration is controlling my blood sugars and how the consuming the slightest thing different can alter them. For example, my GP dispiutes this but how many painkillers I take in a day effects my blood sugars.  Even just one simple paracetamol sends my blood sugars either up or down. Getting stressed also alters things.

I do not feel any bitterness towards my diabetes stopping me from drinking lots of alcohol because in my case, it is more of a sore pelvic condition that prevents me from downing a pint.  Injecting has never bothered me, yet I know it does to some other diabetics.  I equate it to just like brushing my teeth, it is just a necessary thing that I have to do daily.  It is that long since I was diagnosed that I can not really remember what life was like not having to inject myself with insulin before I ate.

Did my diabetes ever stop from going out and having a good night? Of course it did not, I was more than happy just on my three bottles of larger a night. Did it stop me going to the gym and doing vigorous exercise? No, I ate a Mars bar before I used to start and never did the exercise cause me to go hypo.  Yes I did rebel a bit with my diabetes about a year after being diagnosed but I soon saw sense after a minor scare with an abnormal eye scan I had. It scared me enough never to mess about with my diabetes ever again.

At twenty-one I wouldn’t say I was happy being a diabetic, but it did not bother me that much either.  Then my Dad died when I was aged twenty-one.  It was an horrific time in my life as you would expect. Then I spent the next two to three years worrying I might have prostate cancer.  I was in agony in my abdomen and I was in so much pain when needing to urinate every ten minutes.  In turned out I did not have prostate cancer but a prostate infection. This infection left me with swollen pelvic floor muscles and tilted pelvis. I had gone from being a gym obsessive to one that could hardly walk without it causing me pelvic pain.

My pelvic issue stopped me getting girlfriends at University. You any idea what it is like to fancy somebody and know they fancy you, but being too scared to do anything about because I knew a sexual relationship would cause me too much pelvic pain? I felt emasculated and so depressed about this aspect of my life. Doctors were useless because it was not prostate cancer so I was largely on my own. I just tried to push girls to the back of my mind because due to this illness alone kept making me so ill,  keeping up with my course was really hard. The infection kept coming back and I kept having to drop out of Uni. My diabetes was not even an issue for me, I had bigger worries.

I then got diagnosed with a hernia which caused me a lot more pain than my diabetes ever will.  I had sinus surgery about six years ago and two years ago had my gallbladder removed due to feeling ill with gallstones.  I grant you there is a link with gallstones and diabetes I have since discovered.

I finished Uni about six years ago and so finally had enough time to solely concentrate on getting my pelvic condition a lot better…post infections.  I got told my right iliopsoas muscle was inactive and badly swollen.  This gave me and still gives me great pain. It gives me this hot burning sensation all over my abdomen frequently.  This would be aided if I could take anti-inflammatory drugs but I’m unable to take these due to them stinging my ribs and making me feel all shaky and nauseous.  You any idea what it is like to have played team sports growing up like football and cricket, to then go to hardly being able to do any exercise at all at the moment?? I’ll tell you, it upsets and depresses me greatly.

I then got another body blow last year when I had an horrific episode with cellulitis on my legs. Cellulitis is a nasty red rash that burns your skin.  I ended up in hospital and then the doctors did not like the look of my legs, they had been swollen for about six months up to that point.  A condition called lymphoedema was the probable diagnosis. I was devastated at this because I had enough health issues that I was battling with as it was. It is a lymph gland drainage problem which causes swelling to appear in an effected arm or leg. You can not cure it but you can manage it………..another health problem for life. This explains why I have been feeling so acidic due to of all of the built up fluid. Then I got told I did not have it after all by a Vascular Doc. Only for the next one I saw to tell me I did have it and the last doc was incorrect. I now await a second opinion to confirm whether I  have lymphoedema or not…WHAT A HEADACHE AND FIASCO.

Straight after Uni whilst trying to get to the bottom of this pelvic thing, I had a scan on my old hernia area and it came back that I had a serious lower back issue called spondylolisthesis.  This means I have a slipped vertebrate for LIFE….oh and I had nerve compression with it thus explaining the sciatica all the way down my left leg.  Again another thing giving me pain, another thing to have a bigger impact on my life than my diabetes.

I was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder around the age of seventeen.  Like I said at the beginning of this blog, you will have no idea on the true devastating destructive nature of a mental health illness unless you, a family member, or a friend has suffered from one. My OCD has always been there in the background throughout my life but currently it is terrible.  It feels like I am currently  a prisoner to my obsessive irrational thoughts.  I feel suffocated by my contaminated feelings, it feels like I am struggling to breathe. Away from the OCD I am this happy-go-lucky guy and a wonderful sense of humour and I hate this awful illness for ruining my life at present.  I have only recently started talking about my mental health demons because I am embarrassed about being like this. I worry what girls I like will think.  Life feels like a living hell living like this.

Diabetes has never made me cry but all these other health issues have.  My diabetes has never made me feel like a helpless victim but they all have. I guess unfairly perhaps, I struggle to see why other diabetics feel the need to constantly write and chat about being a diabetic because ‘IT’S JUST DIABETES’ in my view compared to all my other struggles. If you maintain good blood sugar control and consume the right things, then it should not cause you too many problems.  If you drink lots of alcohol and have lots of sugar and salt in your diet then I have no sympathy if you then develop high blood pressure and heart disease related issues.

I remember watching X-Factor years ago and there was this contestant called Tiger Lily on it who was a diabetic.  I hated how she and the show depicted this illness of mine. It was all too much of a sob-story as usual and how what a trooper she was for doing what she was doing with diabetes. IT’S ONLY DIABETES I THOUGHT, FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.  I wanted a more positive representation my illness. Take our greatest Olympian Sir Steve Redgrave who sufferers with this illness, not once I have I ever read him making a big deal of him being a diabetic. This also applies to the ex-Pakistan cricket great Wasim Akram.  I never even knew he was a diabetic until reading it once.  I had sooooooo much admiration for him doing the things he achieved on the cricket field whilst being a diabetic.

I feel like I am waffling so need to end this blog soon and by the end of this blog I could have ended up contradicting myself a bit.  I know more than most how nice and supportive it is to talk to fellow sufferers of an illness.  I can remember the first time I met another diabetic like me and it was a girl one night whilst living away at Uni.  It was so nice to chat to her because I felt like only she could understand what it was like to have diabetes.  That said, as I have got older my diabetes has kind of got just gone into the background whilst the other illnesses have kicked off.  I do not feel the need the need to chat constantly about my diabetes because it does not ruin my life like my other issues do.  I guess I should not moan at other peoples need to chat about diabetes but I guess I feel envy towards them.  I think inside ‘I WISH THAT WAS ALL I HAD TO WORRY ABOUT.’

I long for my old life when all I had to worry about was my diabetes. Last night I told a fellow diabetic about me doing this blog and how it might really annoy some other diabetics.  She understood and got where I was coming from.  She said her diabetes is just like second nature to her now. It is more of an annoyance than a big deal, if you look after it then you should not have too many problems…………..I COULD NOT HAVE AGREED WITH HER MORE!

 

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‘LONG LOST FAMILY’……. OH BOY WAS IT GOOD TO SEE YOU ONCE AGAIN! ‘Long Lost Family’ – A Review.

Something weird and almost magical happens whenever I sit down to watch an episode of ‘Long Lost Family’ on ITV1(the show where it reunites family members who have either lost touch or been adopted). For example, when I sat down to watch the first episode of the new series last Wednesday I was determined I was not going to be crying by the end of it. Man up I thought to myself, get a grip you silly over sensitive sod.  There was not one emotional tear of mine in sight as the programme started.  By the end of it however I had tears rolling down my face and I felt like I’d just watched the entire box-set of The Thorn Birds(a famous tear jerking Drama mini-series in the eighties starring Richard Chamberlain) , whilst peeling an onion at the same time.  ie emotional tears were aplenty.

The thing is though I loved getting in such an emotional state by the end of it because they were joyous tears.  They were also life affirming tears, tears that were the result of being incredibly moved by a heart rendering story just told to us. I have seen many episodes of ‘Long Lost Family’ in the last few years and many of the stories in them have moved me greatly.  However, I think one of the stories featured in this first episode last week is without doubt the one that has moved me the most.

The moving story I refer to featured an ex British Army soldier from Yorkshire called Paul who now lives in Poole with his partner Julie.  Whilst stationed in a British Army base in Germany in the nineteen eighties, in the local town he met a German girl called Michelle and soon after she became pregnant.  Paul played the doting Dad juggling army life with being a new parent.  Early on in the story you could tell he was a good guy.  Disaster happened however when soon after becoming a Dad with his new baby daughter Karina, without choice he got posted back to the UK.  Michelle did not want to go back with him and so he had no choice but to go back to England alone.

We were then told had how Paul made strenuous efforts to try and keep contact with Michelle and his new daughter. He would ring them up frequently and send over cards, clothes and presents for Karina. A few months past and Michelle’s Grandma answered the phone one time and told him not to ring up ever again due to Michelle having just got married.  He got shoved away from being part of Karina’s life and it was heartbreaking stuff to listen too.

Twenty-eight years on, he longed to see his daughter once again after her being ever present in his thoughts.  I thought Nicky Campbell(as one of the two presenters, the other being Davina McCall) was brilliant when he flew over to Germany to talk about it all with Karina.  Karina straight away to me seemed like a lovely sincere person, just like her Father Paul.  I instantly warmed to her and how she too longed to see her real Father.  When she started crying at being shown a recent photograph of her Father, well I too started getting all emotional. Such a loving reaction from her was such a moving thing to see.  She told Nicky how she had not known Paul was her real Father until she was thirteen.  Furthermore, she had no idea he had tried to keep in touch at the start. Her Mother had kept the presents he had sent for Karina away from her.

I know the reunion bits at the end of this show are always the most emotional bits to watch, however even I was taken aback how moved I was at watching Karina and Paul being reunited.  I think it is one of the most moving pieces of television that I have seen in years.  I even got quite choked up thinking about their story whilst doing this blog.  Human happiness like that is such lovely thing to witness after so many years of heartache.

I know some people mock this show for being far too soppy and overly sentimental but I am completely in the opposing camp.  I love the presenters in the form of Davina McCall and Nicky Campbell. I love how supportive and caring they are to the people involved.  I love how this show helps bring people back together.  It is a life affirming show.  There is a saying that goes, ‘you have to know the past to understand the present’. This is so applicable to this show and the lives of the people featured.

I find the back stories fascinating too.  The history of an earlier time in Britain is interesting, especially when compared to the drastically different social climate of today. I also think is well shot and the background music really adds to the emotive scenes we witness on screen.

I love things in the arts that have a profound emotional impact on me.  I much prefer books, films and television programmes that move to tears rather than say make me laugh.  I hate ‘THE X-FACTOR’ or any other Simon Cowell project because the sob stories on there are sooooooo over-the-top and far fetched that they just infuriate me.  I have become desensitized at hearing how say Billy from Grimsby(who has three eyes from birth) wants to win so he can dedicate it to his pet goldfish called Rupert, who died when he leapt out of his bowl last year due to dancing to the ‘Footloose’ song that came on the telly.  I exaggerate here of course but hopefully you get my point.  My point is that ‘Long Lost Family’ genuinely moves me and I love the show for having such powerful impact on me.

I accept it might not be everybody’s cup of tea but I love ‘Long Lost Family’.  It is soooooo good to have you in my life once again! 5/5.

 

 

 

 

 

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IT’S PURE AND SIMPLE, ‘PETER KAY’S CAR SHARE’ IS THE BEST BRITISH COMEDY SINCE ‘THE OFFICE’! ‘Peter Kay’s Car Share’ – A Series Review.

‘It’s pure and simple’ as the pop group Hearsay sang at the end of the final episode of the series,  in my opinion ‘Peter Kay’s Car Share’ is the best British TV comedy since ‘The Office’ first aired.  High praise indeed some might say but it is the undoubted truth in my view.

Although different in so many ways to one another, as soon as I saw the opening credits to ‘Peter Kay’s Car Share’ then it did remind me a bit of ‘The Office’. Both also have this very naturalistic feel to them. By this I mean the comedy is not forced in any way and we are privileged observers of them mundanely at work or travelling to work.  The humour arises out of the mundane and the everyday though and it is largely why both shows are so brilliant.

I love comedian Peter Kay so was a bit apprehensive when first watching this sit-com.  I knew the critics would love slaughtering him if this was a below-par effort. Furthermore, as a keen watcher of British soaps operas through the years, I have never really enjoyed episodes that focused solely on just two or three characters in the same scene throughout.  By the end of episode two though(I missed the first one) I had enjoyed this car share experience immensely.  I found the thirty minutes whizzed by so quickly and the ‘dogging joke’  near the end really made me laugh. It definitely made a positive first impression on me.

I guess it was at the start of episode three that made me first sit up and take notice of just what fantastic comedy actress Sian Gibson is.  Starring as supermarket promotions airhead Kayleigh, she nearly had me jumping out of my chair with laughter as she drunkenly fell over trying to get into the car.  I have not seen Sian in anything else which I can not believe because she is such a great comedic talent.  The funniest episode for me was episode four and I literally had tears rolling down my face when she had an hilarious aquaphobic panic attack in a car wash.  Peter Kay’s character John(assistant supermarket manager) was equally as funny in this scene too. His startled reaction to her panic attack was comedy gold.

The key to this comedy being so enjoyable was without doubt the on screen chemistry that existed between Sian Gibson and Peter Kay.  I have read that they hold a genuine friendship off camera so this therefore transmitted itself beautifully on camera.  There was no awkward acting or ill timed pauses between the pair. The banter and interplay between them just came across so naturally.  I guess the highest compliment I can play to them both as performers is that most of all I believed them as characters. I forgot for thirty minutes each episode that this was the great comic Peter Kay doing some acting. I saw him as John and Sian as Kayleigh, just two ordinary supermarket employees chatting as they traveled to work.

The car radio was a joy to behold in the episodes.  It helped serve to punctuate the dialogue, generate humour and as well as motivating more dialogue.  The music on the radio also helped generate moods, as music by its very nature does.  At times the tunes featured gave the show a certain kind of poignancy.  I am thinking of say when the shots of people busily going to work were shown, alongside some emotive tune. I could be looking too deeply into this but for me such sequences were all about emphasising the perpetual ‘rat race’ aspect of modern day life.

I loved the ‘will they or won’t they’ storyline element that featured throughout the last episode.  During the course of the six episodes they had become really close as characters as they had gradually got to know one another a lot more.  I found the ending sweet, endearing and extremely moving. I was dying for them to loving embrace one another but I guess it was better to end the way it did, leaving us wanting more.

As the ending credits rolled I was sat there grinning like a Cheshire cat, having loved the brilliant completion to a series that I absolutely loved.  I was just gutted it is over though. I wish series two was starting next week.  You know when a television show makes you feel like this then you just have to tell the whole wide world what a belter it was. TV COMEDY DOES NOT GET MUCH BETTER THAN THIS……… IT IS THAT ‘PURE AND SIMPLE’ AS HEARSAY SAY!

 

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BOTH PALS AND MY GP ARE ON MY SIDE! (LYMPHOEDEMA DIAGNOSIS UPDATE).

Monday was a relatively big day for me on the ‘get me better front’.  If you read my last blog then you will have discovered how I had recently been given two opposing opinions by two Vascular Consultants…..in the space of about six weeks. One was categorical that I DO NOT have a condition called lymphoedema in my lower legs, whereas the last one was adamant that indeed I DO have lymphodema. Lunacy, a right mess, not good enough, a right balls-up…call it what you will but these descriptions just about cover it regarding how I have been feeling about it all.

Last week I decided to ring up PALS(Patient advice and liaison service) to complain and tell them my tale.  I can not be being messed around like this. How am I supposed to know which diagnosis is the correct one? I spoke to a lady and told her all about the frustrating sequence of events .  Thankfully, she was very understanding and completely on my side. After discussing it with her she concurred with me that it is not right to get two completely different opinions from two consultants.  She told me she would send a few emails out and get back to me in a day or so when she has some news.

In the afternoon my appointment finally came round to discuss it all with my GP.  I thought she might object to me contacting PALS but instead she was very supportive at me doing this.  I showed her the two letters I had received from the two consultants with their differing views.  To my relief like PALS had been, my GP was totally on my side. She was sympathetic, compassionate and totally understanding of the current predicament that I found myself in.

My GP told me that she would get her secretary to write to the hospital I am under and request to them that my six month review date be notably brought forwards….to be seen by a different consultant too I should add. If this date was far away then instead my GP will ask for me to be seen for a second opinion another hospital.

I told her how I had done tonnes of research on lymphoedema and how a message called Manual Lymphatic Drainage is said to help sufferers. ie bring the swelling down. I stated how I had found a therapist nearby…ish who does this but she required a letter from my GP reassuring her that my diabetes and blood pressure were under control. Rather than being skeptical I was pleasantly surprised at how receptive my GP was at this information and request.  I further told her how MLD is not just done solely for lymphoedema sufferers.  It is also said to help people who have swollen limbs due to other factors other than lymphoedema.

Although I hate going to my local doctors surgery to see my GP on the OCD front, it nevertheless was a thing that needed doing on Monday.  I came away feeling things should be moving forwards soon.  I had done all I could do. Now I just have to sit back and see what happens. Yes, of course I will be gutted if lymphodema is confirmed when I get another opinion.  However, least I will have some clarity though then. At the moment due to the uncertainty of it, I do not know whether I am coming or going with it all.  I just need this forthcoming manual lymphatic drainage to really help me and improve things…..WHATEVER THE PROBLEM IS!

 

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TWO RUDDY DOCTORS WITH TOTALLY OPPOSITE OPINIONS…….SADLY IT LOOKS LIKE I HAVE LYPHOEDEMA AFTER ALL!

ME : (somewhat perplexed) “So do I need this manual lymph drainage or not now”?

VASCULAR CONSULTANT NO2 : (shouty) “YOU DO NOT HAVE LYPHOEDEMA”!

These two lines above were actually said when I had a follow-up consultation with a Vascular Consultant back in March this year.  It was a follow-up having had a lymphogram scan in the January beforehand.  Up to seeing this consultant I had been given the depressing verdict that it was thought I had a lifelong condition called  lymphoedema in my lower legs. A doctor on the Acute Medical Ward had suggested it to me months before as a probable diagnosis when seeing the state of my legs.  I then saw a junior Vascular Consultant  in the November of last year and she concurred with this diagnosis and therefore set up this lymphogram.  Subsequently, I was truly gobsmacked when Vascular Consultant number two told me in the FRANKEST POSSIBLE TERMS THAT and I repeat……..”YOU(ME) DO NOT HAVE LYMPHOEDEMA”!  

I can still remember the elation I felt that day coming out of the hospital, having just been told that I did not have lymphoedema after all.  I rang my Mum up all happy and relieved. It some took days for the news to sink in if I am honest. You see, for about five to six months I had been given the impression that I definitely did have lymphoedema. Therefore, when I got told I had not got it, I could not really believe what I was hearing at first. I must have asked this Vascular doctor to repeat this news to me about three times. I still have the letter from him that he sent to me later on. In the black and white is states how I do not have lymphodema as first thought due to my lymphogram coming back negative.  This consultant then set up for me to have a duplex leg scan in the coming weeks. I am now doing this blog because I got the results of this scan two weeks ago and sadly it did not go well. You can see in my last log how scared and anxious I was about getting these results.

The hospital appointment two weeks ago could not I have gone much worse.  Upon seeing Vascular Consultant number three(that annoyed me seeing a new consultant all of the time), I told him that I had brought an old MRI scan report of my lower back, trying to help in case he thought my bad back might explain my puffy legs.  Firstly, he rudely dismissed needing to see this scan report that I had brought. He then looked at my lower legs and in a rather exasperated manner, asked me why I was not wearing compression stockings on my legs? I suffer with chronic pelvic pain and down one leg have severe sciatica so if I wear say a tight shoe or sock, then this greatly aggravates such pain.  I had tried wearing a compression stocking just before Christmas and it had made my sciatica terrible for a few days afterwards.  As I uttered this explanation to him I could tell he did not believe me…..he was starting to really frustrate and annoy me even this early on in the proceedings.

Upon lying myself on the patient bed as requested he then dropped me a bombshell that truly astounded me.  He told me that as the duplex leg scan had come back negative, we therefore have to conclude that I HAVE LYMPHOEDEMA after all! I remember my voice shaking a bit in disbelief as I tried to muster up a reply. I looked at him and the nurse besides me as I told them how the last Consultant had told me I did NOT have lymphoedema. I stated how it had got a bit heated between us due to me being so shocked at being told I did not have lymphoedema.  He said “without being rude……..scans are just a guide….not an exact science”…in a patronizing, very unsympathetic way I thought.

For the rest of the consultation I was a bit all over the place, I think I was in a state of shock at the news to be honest.  Then this rude consultant really irritated me twice. First, he asked the nurse if the hospital had a lymphoedema service? I do not care how new he was, he should have known this himself for crying out loud….how much is he on? The nurse then ummed and ahhed and said she would refer me to the resident hospital Lymphodema Specialist Nurse. I had to stop them half way through because although I did not work for the NHS or this hospital, I seemed to be the only one who knew that such a nurse had left and no Lymphoedema Clinic was currently in operation at the moment. I had found out all this when speaking to this specialist nurse just before Christmas, just before she left. I knew more than the bloody consultant and nurse, unbelievable. I would get referred to a vascular nurse I was told, “somebody will get in touch”. I felt like telling them all to F-OFF.

With the onset of being told that I NOW DID lymphoedema after all, I could not stop thinking and panicking at not being able to wear compression socks. There are two mains ways to help manage this condition I had read some months perviously. The first is wearing compression socks/bandages and the second is having some massage done called (MLD) Manual Lymphatic Drainage. I frantically repeated to Vascular Consultant number three how I was unable to wear compression socks due to them making my sciatica and pelvic pain much worse. His rude reply was something like, ‘don’t agree/you’re wrong/I don’t think so’……I came close to swearing at him I was that angry at such an unsympathetic response.

I came out of the hospital in a right state. All I could think about was that I needed to book an appointment to see my GP very soon, where I will ask to be referred to another hospital and get another opinion about my legs.  I was dreading ringing my dear Mum up and telling her how disappointingly this hospital appointment had gone.  I felt sick in the pit of my stomach as the news started to sink in that I probably did have lymphoedema for life. How can that second vascular doctor had got it so wrong though? I now felt foolish that I had written blogs a few months prior to this about how relieved I was feeling upon being told I did not have lymphoedema. I went around telling all my family and friends the false good news for crying out loud.

I got home feeling absolutely wretched about it all, so down and depressed. At 8.15am that day I did not lymphoedem but by 9am, I had this life-long condition once again. This is where I need to extol the virtues of social media for a brief moment. I needed to distract myself from feeling so awful so went on twitter in the evening. I tweeted how disappointing the day had gone and therefore how low I was feeling about it all. The response was really heart warming. I got lots of sympathy and messages of support which really helped cheer me up. One person in particular(who I won’t name) was my true saviour that night.  They talked it through with me and was so caring and supportive. When our conversation had ended I still felt mithered about things, but this person had definitely helped lift my spirits greatly. I owe that person a lot, so want to say thank you to them from the bottom of my heart to if you/they ever get to read this blog. I knew I would have to regroup fast in the coming days but as I went to bed that night I just felt really sorry for myself…which is unlike me.  I was angry at the rude doctor who I had seen that day. Angry at this other consultant telling me I did not have lyphoedema when it looks like I do have. Angry at how shit life feels at present.

Slowly but surely I started to regroup about potentially having lymphoedema…….AGAIN. I thought to myself that I either sit here feeling sorry for myself forever or I try and do something about it, I have decided upon the latter.  If I want my health to improve and get my life back then I have to do everything in my powers to make this happen. Therefore, the day after this disappointing appointment, I was on google searching for any local therapists who do this manual lymphatic drainage thing.  Having this done and getting the built up fluid that I have in my body moving, is hopefully going to be the pivotal thing that gets me feeling and looking tonnes better.  I guess it is a safety mechanism thing but I am taking as red now that this second doctor was correct and that I do have lymphoedema……..sadly.  I hope another consultant proves him and me wrong, but I can not afford the emotional trauma of being let down like that again. I have found such a therapist nearby and can not wait to go and have it done in the next few weeks. I think I have had this cramping, poisoned, acidic feeling throughout my body for the last five years at least due to this fluid build up.

To help try and dilute some of this acidic fluid due to the lymphoedema, I am also on a quest to eat a lot more healthier.  I mean for instance eating more alkaline foods compared to acidic ones.  This should help give me more energy and hopefully aid my achy and inflamed pelvis, ribs and back  I have been doing tonnes of reading and research on the subject. My only slight issue which annoys me is that many of the green foods that they recommend to help alkaline you, are mostly green veg which is not great if you do not have a gallbladder like me. By this I mean foods like broccoli and cabbage seem harder for me to digest now thus giving me a very upset tummy. I am unable to tolerate digestive enzymes so I just hope my tolerance to such green foods improves when some of fluid in my legs goes.

The next stop is seeing my GP next week and discussing it all with her. I hope she concurs with me that I need to seek a further opinion from a different Vascular Consultant. I would prefer it at another hospital but would not mind just seeing another doctor at the same one.  Whilst I wait for that appointment I will start this manual lymphatic drainage massage and hopefully start to feel much better from it.

I have to fight to get better, nobody is going to just hand me this wonderful life with a wonderful career. I am tired of fighting though, I feel battle weary from fighting for so long. A fighter is what I am though and fighting is what I shall carry on doing.  Looking at it positively, I do not know how long this lyphoedema(if I do have it) has been making me feel so unwell. It looks like I am right on the cusp now of sorting it all out and improving from it. This could soon mark the start of my life changing for the better.

I want to leave you with a quote that the author and writer Tony Parsons sent to me once, I have the postcard it was written on still on my bedroom wall now. He wrote, “KEEP FIGHTING, NEVER STOP FIGHTING, AND I KNOW THAT ALL OF YOUR DREAMS WILL COME TRUE” .

I have never stopped fighting. The verdict from this appointment hit me well and truly for six………..I was like a boxer knocked to the floor taking an eight count. I have now got back to my feet however and am ready to roll with more of the punches coming my way.  I am not going to let the potential of having lymphoedema make me quit this fight, I AM READY AND POISED TO LAUNCH MY COMEBACK!

 

 

 

 

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VOTE FOR A MORE METROSEXUAL BRITAIN…..VOTE FOR THE SCARF PARTY!

Are you like me tired of living in a Britain that currently sees SCARVES taken for granted and ignored?

Do you wince every time you see an abandoned SCARF, lost say on a bus or train?

Are you fed up of feeling like a second rate SCARF CITIZEN?

Well today my fellow SCARF COMRADES you can help make a difference. By voting for the SCARF PARTY today and for me (@SCARFMAN) as your self-elected SCARF PARTY LEADER, together we can start a SCARF REVOLUTION in this country. I give you my word I will fight SCARF PREJUDICE and in particular CAMP SCARF PREJUDICE, everywhere I go. I am fed up of hearing the same old ANTI-SCARF rhetoric from the opposing HAT AND CRAVAT PARTIES. HATMAN said last night, “GUNS DON’T KILL PEOPLE, SCARVES DO”.  I’ll fight such outlandish statements if you vote for me today…you have my SCARFY WORD. Here now is a list of my election promises that I will keep if you vote for me today….set not in stone…..but on PINK METROSEXUAL LINEN 😀

1) I WILL MAKE IT COMPULSORY FOR ALL MALES OVER THE AGE OF 16, TO WEAR A CAMP PINK SCARF AT LEAST TWICE-A-WEEK.

2) I WILL CREATE A BRITAIN WHERE GUNS ON THE STREETS ARE REPLACED BY SCARVES.

3) BY 2020 I WILL MAKE SURE ALL SHOPS STOCK CAMP MALE SCARVES ON THEIR PREMISES.

4) I WILL CREATE THE SCARF ACT THAT MEANS EVERYBODY HAS TO WEAR A SCARF WHEN GOING OUTSIDE IN THE WINTER MONTHS. IF NOT, THEY WILL BE PROSECUTED AND SENT TO JAIL.

5) I WILL GET TOUGHER ON SCARF IMMIGRATION IN THIS COUNTRY BY CREATING A NEW SCARF BORDER POLICE FORCE. BY THE END OF MY FIRST TENURE IN OFFICE AS SCARF PRIME MINISTER, YOU HAVE MY WORD 85% OF THE SCARVES WORN IN THE UK WILL HAVE BEEN MADE IN THE UK.

6) I won’t permit us to have a SCARF REFERENDUM as the CRAVAT PARTY wants.

7) I will introduce a new minimum SCARF WAGE of 5 scarves an hour.

Seven SCARF pledges that will unite this glorious country of ours and help create a SCARFIER BRITAIN.

Comrades, I am willing to makes the SCARF SACRIFICES necessary to make this country great once again, but I need your support to do this. NO MORE COMPULSIVE HAT WEARING BY THE SPITEFUL HAT PARTY. NO MORE SILLY LOOKING MEN WEARING CRAVATS.

THE FUTURE IS BRIGHT MY FRIENDS, THE FUTURE IS SCARF! #VoteScarf

 

NB That was my attempt at a bit of silly humour on MAY 7th 2015, UK GENERAL ELECTION DAY. ;D

 

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EXTREMELY ANXIOUS, WORRIED AND SCARED…THIS IS HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW ABOUT GETTING MY LEG SCAN RESULTS TOMORROW!

This time tomorrow I will know the results of a leg scan I recently had……..AND I AM ABSOLUTELY BRICKING IT. It feels like the rest of my life and how it is going to pan out all rests on how this hospital appointment goes tomorrow morning.  I need it to go well, I need them to tell me they can make me better, I need my life back!

It all started a few years ago when I saw an Osteopath for help concerning rib, back and pelvic pains that I had. I am a fighter I should note and in time these issues should get a lot better.  She insisted I got more up-to-date MRI scans of my lower back and pelvis. I have a grade one Spondylolisthesis in my lumbar spine with some nerve compression.  I had the scans and noticed that my ankles seemed a bit swollen the day after. I thought that was strange and then remembered how my lower legs were a bit puffy in the summer before. At that time my family reassured me it must just be to do with the warm weather we had been having and I concurred with them.

My died of heart trouble and one of his symptoms before he died was his legs swelling up. Therefore, with this in mind I then sought reassurances from my GP about my now puffy lower legs .  I had blood tests that signified my heart was in good shape so that calmed me down somewhat.  I wondered what was causing my legs to swell up though. Two different GPs told me that they thought it was probably a drainage issue to do with my lower back and pelvic issues…but nothing was done about it.

Last summer was horrendous. My lower legs swelled up more and more and then whilst trying to get help about them I got a bad case of ruddy cellulitis on them(nasty skin infection that burns).  I ended up in hospital with the cellulitis where a Senior Consultant thought my leg swelling was suspected lymphoedema.

I then spent the next three months feeling utterly despondent about life. There I was putting up with my type one diabetes forever and trying to get help with my bad back, pelvic pain and OCD issues, and now I had to contemplate having lymphoedema for the rest of my days. There is no cure for lymphoedema I got told but it can be managed….ooooooh whoopee I thought(yes I’m being sarcastic).

I had a lymphogram scan to indicate how bad my lymphodema was but then got the shock of my life when they told me I did not not have this condition after all.  The lymph glands in your legs are fine they said, “YOU DO NOT HAVE LYMPHOEDEMA”.  I walked out of the hospital that day almost dumbstruck at this news. I was told I would have a duplex leg scan done next and then they would see me back in clinic.

I had this scan done just over four weeks ago. The radiologist had to really dig the scanning probe/head hard into my skin to get a reading, so hoping this was a good sign. I mean, I hope this meant she found what the issue is with my legs. I need them to tell me tomorrow that they know what is wrong with my lower limbs and that they can help me. I will find it very hard to feel optimistic about life if they are not able to provide me with some answers.

Looking back now, I have been feeling overly acidic for years.  This has included me having this kind of muscle cramping sensation all over my body many times. I have suffered with skin fungal issues.  It really stings when I go too pee. I have been feeling lifeless with little energy for ages. Christ,  five years ago I can remember going to my doctors about this issue worrying myself silly that I might have M.E. My inflamed back,ribs and pelvis seem the most irritated they have been for ages. I am now convinced this is all to do with the fluid in my body not draining properly…hence the fluid build up I now see in my lower legs.

This leg business is holding everything else up.  I am hopeful if my body is no longer as acidic as it currently is, then I shall be able to take anti-inflammatory drugs once again for my ache and pains. Once on these then I will be able to have vigorous physio done again. If I am less acidic then I might be able to take medication that I badly need of my OCD.  Once the legs improve then I can start to rebuild my life I hope, be the human being I used to like being.

I am nervous beyond belief about this appointment tomorrow morning because the stakes are soooooooo high.  I am letting life pass me by at the moment and it is through no fault of my own.  I need the doctor to say he can help me…….I NEED HIM TO SAY HE CAN HELP SAVE MY LIFE!

 

 

 

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