End of another month

The end of January has arrived and it ends as it began. I went into hospital to have a biopsy of my womb taken as well as having something put in. I will not go into a too much detail as it's not important, but needless to say that once again I end up been in the 1% of the nation that has a problem with this thing. The idea behind it was that this Mirena thingy mi bob would help to calm down my visits from Mother Nature. So during the biopsy it was inserted and I was hopeful that this would be the miracle cure I was looking for. Oh how wrong could I be. The 1st warning that this wasn't going to plan was that before I even went into theatre they couldn't squish my vocal chords to allow the air tube to pass down without damaging them. Then the 'routine' op of 10-15 mins took 1 hour, I thought okay that's all the problems out of the way.  I was in no pain which was good,  but I had a great deal of bleeding which of course was unusual. 

After a couple of days of terrific pain from the anesthetic I began to feel hooman again, didn't last long. After 4 days I thought I would start to feel better day by day, but I had started slipping the other way. After only 4 days in work I was exhausted and very unwell, by now the pain was the most ridiculous I had ever felt. I decided that if nothing improved over the weekend I would head for the GP. As predicted nothing changed if anything it was getting worse, both pain and bleeding, time to see the Doc.  As soon as I explained the problem to the doc she said that the Mirena needed to come out after only 12 days, meant to be in 5 years. It didn't need to be removed it had removed itself, which was why I was in such pain. Within 2 hours the pain had eased. My GP is now concerned that the implant may have caused damage to one of the fibroids in my womb, this will now need further investigation once my results from the biopsy are back. A hysterectomy is still on the cards as a non emergency procedure as this could be the only way to stop me from becoming very poorly from anemia.

As a result of all this faffing about I have managed 1 run 1 bike ride a definitely no swimming because of the risk of infection. However, I am now feeling 100% better and ready to get back out there. My triathlon ambition is still a go and I am ready to go for it. I am also signing up for the GNR again, I just cannot help myself it's addictive.

Over the last two months we have struggled to come to terms with many things. But the support and love from friends and family near and far have kept us going. Not just over the last few months but in the last 13 years. A very special friend said this week that little gestures are few and far between these days. These gestures are the most lovely, they mean that people care, and they may not see you everyday but they are always there, a text, a message, some flowers all mean 'I'm thinking about you'.

Have good and safe weekend and start the next week like you mean business. Catcha on the flipside peeps.

What a nightmare.

I began my Jantastic challenge with gusto, I knew I could fit in at least 30 mins each day without too much hassle even with an impending operation. However my operation date came through with only 10 days notice, which shook me a bit as I was told I would have 3 weeks notice. The advantage was that at least it would be at my local hospital rather than the main ones in Leeds. I managed to get some running and cycling in before I went into hospital as I knew that I would be out of action for at least 48hrs. I thought it was amusing when I was told at my pre-med that I would be given a 2 week sick note. I was in hospital on the Friday and wouldn't need to be back in until Tuesday, plenty of time. Well after the first 4 days I knew I was in no fit state to go in to work, by the end of this week I really felt like I should have taken the sick note. It amazes me that what I thought was something simple and routine turned out a bit different for me, as is usually the bloody case. This was meant to be my final appointment to try and work out if the cancer marker was coming from my womb. This started straight away with what was supposed to be a 20min operation turning into an hour. However I was feeling fine when I came round not in any pain as I was told I would feel, so I was well happy. Apart from feeling a bit wobbly and sleepy I was discharged with the promise to rest up. This is one of the more difficult things, when I feel fine it's hard to understand why I needed to rest, but I did rest more than normal. The following morning the pain began, I felt like I had been hit by a truck. My whole torso from my neck to hips was reducing me to tears, my throat was so sore I couldn't swallow the pain killers so I had to put up with it. I now didn't have a choice but to rest. This pain continued for 3 more days, but at least now I could take something for it, but tomorrow I need to go to work. I knew I wasn't well enough for work I was struggling to stand upright because of the pain, I managed to get through my shift but was so glad to get home for an early night. I was surprised that the following day I was pain free, but by the afternoon it was creeping back up on me. It seemed to be getting better day by day so I would get to the end of the week. I'm on Saturday now and have paid the penalty for working through it.

I am wanting to enter my first triathlon this year,  I have found one in April but as I am unable to do an sport at the moment I cannot decide if this would be beyond foolish to attempt. I literally am taking each day as it arrives with the pain scale, I am getting so many complications  that are related to the operation that I am totally fed up when I get something new.
I am wanting to try and get out this week either a little run or bike. But I'm not going to push myself in any way shape or form, anyone who knows me will know this is a complete contradiction of my normal self.

This week I have purchased the 5 weeks to no sugar book by Davina Mccall, I needed more ideas for healthy low sugar recipes. I have tried a couple from the book and I am very happy with them.  Was quite pleased that on inspection at the foods I eat normally I didn't overdo the sugar. My problem was simple I like chocolate and crisps, don't misunderstand me I don't eat either of these in bulk either by day or quantity. But whoever thought that putting a resealable sticker on the packet to save choc for later was an idiot. So to find an alternative in any shape other than carrot sticks can only be good, I do like carrot but as it doesn't come in Galaxy flavour sometimes it just doesn't cut the mustard.
It is also an interesting experiment with my youngest Son who has a sweet tooth to see if he enjoys the sugar free varieties of food, so far he has gladly eaten all in front of him. So the food tasting will continue. Hopefully the recovery of a broken body will be returned to me soon.

Into January we go.

We had a quiet Christmas with probably too much food and booze,  although the latter was probably less than it felt. As I was unable to take part with the advent streak due to the mounts of GP and hospital visits that I had during December. I was feeling on a bit of a downer as it was something I really wanted to do. But I did manage to get out on Christmas Day morning, donned my Santa suit armed with my helper (hubby on his bike) we set off to fulfill our charity commitment. It was a great feeling to be out again and having lots of smiles, beeps and waves was just what I needed.  On Christmas eve I got my 2nd all clear for bowel cancer this time, although I had a polyp removed it was harmless, other than causing me problems.  I have been in pain since which I was surprised at, but as I have been on holiday over the Christmas period so I have taken more care about the affects the food I eat has on my body.  I have discovered triggers that I sort of knew were there, but confirmed them to myself after eating them.  I have one more investigation to go through which will happen in 12 days time, this one is to test the 3 polyps I have in my womb.
As I couldn't take part in the advent streak I have decided to take part in Jantastic. Which is to have at least 30 mins exercise everyday during January,  but it does continue into February and March. It officially begins on the 5th of January but I have started from the 1st. I have committed to 3 runs per week as well as 1 long distance bike ride, as well as swimming once a week. The reason I have taken the swimming on is because I am eyeing up my first triathlon in April. This is a monumental challenge for me, but one I have wanted to do for a while. During January I will concentrate on each activity trying to build up my strength. During February I will begin to bring them together so I can achieve the distances and also to grade my time scale.
As my jantastic challenge means I can do any activity I feel like for 30 mins, so at least I won't need to begin dropping days during hospital admissions and visits. Yoga is my new thing, well new isn't quite true as I first started yoga when I used the wii for my aerobics at home. I use youtube now and follow a lovely lady called Adrienne she sets out really simple routines that are injury free. 
So as of tomorrow I am out and about again, I am unsure of my entry to the GNR this year I will wait for the costing from my charity as the normal ballot fee has gone up by £13 which may not sound a lot. But unless you are at the front (which I am not) the chances of you gaining a personal best is slim, yes the atmosphere is unbelievable and it is the biggest half marathon in the world. But maybe after having a very serious injury after the GNR if it's worth risking it again. If I can achieve a triathlon and don't have many too bad after effects then I may take on the GNR, time will tell.

Behave yourselves during this month, don't do anything that makes you unhappy, be as bright as the frosty blue sky mornings.