Apologies for my previous post, it had been a hard day. I went to see my GP (well, not my GP, he's on holiday, but a GP) who revealed to me that my iron levels were very low and I was close to being anemic. This would explain my extreme lack of energy. No fucker mentioned this at the hospital like, even though they took blood tests EVERY DAY. Why they didn't just pop a couple of pints of blood in me while I was in there I really don't know, they've always done that at other hospitals I've been in. I was assuming I would be low on blood due to shitting so much out with my crohns disease being bad but I thought it couldn't be too bad if no one mentioned anything about it. Fucking typical eh? But he prescribed me some iron so that should help. I'm off to see my proper GP tomorrow and he will be able to refer me to lots of people like dieticians and they have two counsellors attached to the surgery so that should help a great deal. Going to organise some complimentary therapies as well to help me out and my mam is down to stay for a week soon so that should be nice as no doubt she'll spoil me silly (not that the missus doesn't spoil me already like). Meant to go to Kew yesterday but the only fucking branch knacked on the line was the richmond branch (which has kew on). Fucking typical that like. So just wandered about london a bit, fair bit down tower hill way and stuff. It was lovely seeing my mam and sister and her young terror, he's a sweet wee kid. He only had had one tantrum but calmed down very quick and kept saying 'sorry' which was very endearing. 'sorry goo-um' (he hasn't mastered 'graeme' yet), made me chuckle. My brother in law was having me crying with laughter on the phone the other day, the old fella who lives next door to them had said they could put their garden rubbish in his bin if they needed it as he didn't use much of his bin. Chris went round the next day and went to knock to ask if it was ok to take his bin to pop the garden rubbish in. No answer. So he went round to the side gate, it was locked but he reached over and unlocked it and went in to the back. There he was faced with the sight of the old fella lying in his garden without a stitch on while playing with his chap (I was told it wasn't full wanking, just sort of twanging about). Old bloke almost has a heart attack when he sees chris but my brother in law being my brother in law, he didn't just bugger off he waited round the side while the bloke put his shorts on in flustered fashion, shouting 'sorry'. You can never look someone in the face again after an incident like that can you?
Anyway, I haven't been as lacking in energy as I was on Friday so that's an improvement. Still have bastard piles like, which are AGONY when having a shit at times. Rather irritating. |
