so i broke my ankle…

I broke my ankle. In three places. And dislocated it. And tonight is my tenth night in a row in Auckland Hospital. I arrived in an ambulance on a Wednesday. I was meant to be flying to Honiara on the first Friday. I’d be back by now if I’d gone. I was meant to be hosting a clothing swap today. And I’m meant to be flying to Wellington on Wednesday. I had an operation the day before yesterday. I lay face-down on the table for as long as it took, but I don’t remember that part. They repositioned me while … Continue reading so i broke my ankle…

marking time / health misadventures

It’s two years and a day since I had surgery. Unexpected, life-saving, emergency surgery. I was in incredible pain before it, and different kinds of incredible pain after it. Before the operation, I was doubled over. Stabbing sensations, rolling walls of abdominal agony that would come and crest and fall just because I moved a fraction of an inch too far. I didn’t know what was wrong. I mean, on a grand scale, I did, because when you’ve got Crohn’s, it’s a fair bet that what’s ailing you somewhere in the digestive tract is Crohn’s related. But it was a different kind … Continue reading marking time / health misadventures

The Crohn’s Saga (to date)

When I talk to people, I speak freely. I open my mouth, and words come – thoroughly rehearsed, to a point. Every time I tell my mirror about my life, it’s a slightly different rendition of the same song. This is how it goes.

In high school, I was a swot. I went to a posh school, I was a high achiever, I was a musician. I didn’t even think to be rebellious until my last year, and my rebellion was not of the extreme variety. Most of my free periods were taken up with scholarship classes, but swot that I was (am, at heart) I had far too many, and three sessions overlapped.

So on occasion, I would tell art history I was going to French, French I was going to Spanish, and Spanish I was going to art history, and spend the fifty minutes feeling guilty while scribbling rambling poems in my binder instead. I got a second piercing in one lobe. That was my acting out. Continue reading “The Crohn’s Saga (to date)”

world IBD day

It is May 19th – at least in New Zealand, it is. On this day, the following things have happened throughout history Anne Boleyn was beheaded (1536) Nellie Melba, the soprano and namesake of a delicious dessert, was born (1861) Oscar Wilde was released from prison (1897) Pol Pot, leader of the Khmer Rouge and totalitarian dictator of Cambodia, was born (1925) André René Roussimoff, AKA André the Giant, was born (1946) Marilyn Monroe sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to JFK (1962) Tu’i Malila , the world’s oldest known tortoise died at 188 years old (1965) Jodi Picoult, Queen of Depressive Chick Lit, … Continue reading world IBD day

an adventure in the wonderful world of IBD vlogging!

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 written posts. So, enjoy, and let me know if you’d like more video type posts! Continue reading an adventure in the wonderful world of IBD vlogging!

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 and the rest of my colon and welcome the new, yet to be named j-pouch. The best laid plans… See, I had a Hartmann’s procedure (basically a colonic resection/partial colectomy) because my surgeon wanted to be sure that it wasn’t Crohn’s before yanking the whole … Continue reading staring down the barrel of re-diagnosis

sort of back in action! a photo/gif essay

hello, friends and followers! i’m properly back home now, after one night at my mum’s, since she’s closer to the clinic for follow up appointments, such as i had this morning, and with several more to come. yay! my energy and concentration levels are still a little lacking, so it may be a little while before i catch up on a whole week’s worth of poems, but hopefully i’ll get there. everything’s healing nicely, according to my nurses, and i decided last night that, in the grand tradition of naming body parts (you know some people do it), my temporary stoma is called buffy. because it’s … Continue reading sort of back in action! a photo/gif essay