Maybe it's not just a case of it being hard and me not knuckling down and getting on with it. Maybe it's a case of understanding how much easier my life'll be when I can walk more than 50 metres without my back being in agony.
I am probably literally eating myself to death. A few years ago, I'd have been fine with that, to be honest, after Zero died. But I've finally hit a point where I actually care about what happens to me. I care that I'd in pain all the time. I care that I feel like crap when I eat the wrong types of food. I have my back pain, my migraines, I have bowel issues, I have a mutant leg which is worse than it ever was, and my foot's so swollen that I can't get it into my trainers on some days.
I'm giving y'all plenty of advance warning: there is a photo of my exceptionally gnarly-looking mutant toe in this post. I've put it under a "read more" cut on the website, but I don't think that RSS feeds get that benefit of that. Read at your own risk. The photo is right at the bottom… Continue reading In Which Tracy Has A Mutant Fungal Toenail
I went to the chemist to pick up my prescription today - my third round of compression stocking(s) to try to fix my Mutant Leg. The first pair that I got was off-the-shelf, Class-3. It's so tight that I can't have my fingers in the stocking while I put the thing on my foot. I… Continue reading In Which Fatso Is Compressed
After the debacle that was The Sciatica/Back Pain From Hell that left me unable to stand up straight, or even get out of my bed for a while last year, you'd think, surely I have to get a break in the health stakes, right? Apparently not. Not long after I was able to stand up… Continue reading In Which Fatso Is Really, Really Unwell