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| Hello again, Well, just as I thought my arse problem was subsiding, back it comes again. Woke up in the middle of the night (only twice, good for me) and did the most intense fiery shits. And I mean the type that KNACKS for a good half hour afterwards. It was pointless going straight back to bed after each one so I sat and watched sky sports news in a daze while shaking (there's something comforting about sky sports news, always there, always the same stories all day, it's like televisual diazapan) hoping for the pile cream to do something to alleviate the pain, but to no avail. Even my painkillers don't do much against it, I just have to sit there and take the pain, which isn't very nice. What I'd give to have some hospital grade morphine to hand you would not know. Man I love da morphine, so calming. Or those injections I had after my liver biopsy went wrong and punctured my diaphragm. Instant blessed relief and total calmness. It is easily on a par with the punctured diaphragm pain, if not worse. It subsided a little this morning but I still think it would be more comfortable shitting broken glass than this. It really is quite distressing, I know piles and stuff are funny to most people but I've virtually never had pain that's made me sick, faint and tearful. Annoying thing is I had a great nights sleep otherwise as I felt knacked all day yesterday from lack of sleep during the previous night due hot shit. Hey ho. Today I'm housebound again when I really wanted to do some walking as I've had lactulose to make my shit runnier, and therefore more comfortable to push out, and if I've had lactulose a toilet trip can make itself known and I HAVE to be in the crapper within 10 seconds or I will, without question, shit myself. I got a lego slave 1 off ebay, they've attempted to deliver it but didn't bother knoacking so I just got the card saying come to our delivery office. Fucking royal mail cunts, I bet no one tried to deliver it, they just posted the card and fucked off. Watched mr. & Mrs. Smith last night while half asleep, it was probably better that way. Sorry this is all poo focused but it is the bane of my life at present. Apparently my sisters naming ceremony went well and my poem got a spontaneous round of applause, which is sweet. I do wish I could have been there but it would have been the weekend from hell if I was away from my usual crapper. Our flat thankfully has two bathrooms so I always have 'my' bathroom clear at all times to allow instant load dropping when required. I'd hate to just have the one bathroom and the missus was in there and I'd just have to throw her out if the feeling hit. I can't just 'bake' it for 10 minutes like normal people can. Oh please go back to normal arse, while in hospital before the chemo was flushed and reached my arse I was having the most satisfying shits. No more, I'm filled with terror every time I go now, not knowing if it is going to be hot but ok or searing poo from the depths of hell. I'll blog more later, I'm gonna get back to my exercise, laters innit. | ||
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