Hospital haiku. December 4–8.
I trim the stems of
hospital tulips with my
ostomy scissors Continue reading Hospital haiku. December 4–8.
I trim the stems of
hospital tulips with my
ostomy scissors Continue reading Hospital haiku. December 4–8.
on books, capital exploits, and loneliness Continue reading une année sans lumière?
So, I decided to have a play around with VIDEO. In here, there is much medication related rambling, self-introduction, diagnosis palaver… all of the things that you have quite possibly come to know and love from me and Wamblecropt already. Plus, it’s all in my oh-so-charming kiwi accent, which obviously doesn’t come across in my … Continue reading an adventure in the wonderful world of IBD vlogging!
I just learned that it’s evidently ‘National Health Blog Post Month‘, according to wegohealth.com, anyway. Now, obviously I am not from the US, nor based there, but I figure that I’ll just treat it like NaNoWriMo – National though the name be, there’s no reason why it can’t stretch out internationally! Since it’s the third … Continue reading National Health Blog Post Month Part 1, 2 & 3
Or, more accurately, how not to handle stomal surprises. Like a pro, or like any kind of sane person.
Forewarning that this post is a little more stoma/ostomy centric than others, and if you don’t have the experience of an ostomy – or at least IBD yourself, it may be a little much for you to handle.
Continue reading “how to handle stomal surprises like a pro”
staring down the barrel of re-diagnosis. – an update on my surgery/ostomy/UC/IBD situation. not fun. encouragement welcomed. via staring down the barrel of re-diagnosis. Continue reading staring down the barrel of re-diagnosis
I had my follow-up appointment with my surgeon yesterday. It wasn’t great. I was going into the appointment thinking everything’s going fine, I’m back at work, I’m healing up, the stoma’s looking mostly fine except for the hypergranulation around the outside. I’ll have ‘replumbing’ surgery ASAP, we’ll say a fond farewell to Buffy the Stoma … Continue reading staring down the barrel of re-diagnosis