Scrap Busting

Around two weeks ago I stumbled upon a sewing challenge on social media and thought why not. Up until now I have always been too scared to join in with sew along projects, as I never felt that my work was good enough or that I had enough experience. However with this challenge as it was using scraps of fabric cut into 2 inch wide strips or 1 inch wide strips, I felt that I wouldn’t be under any pressure to be an expert quilter. 

I was in a bit of a panic though as I had joined two weeks after the challenge had started and members of the group were already sewing their strips together or had finished sewing them. I joined late on a Friday night, as I had been unable to sleep I had been on social media, when a video from Sugar Bowl Crafts  popped up. I watched it and thought that looks fun and it was promising a quilt made in record time. 

For the uninitiated a sew along is a just a fun thing to do, completely voluntary and you either are sewing part of a project that will be sent off and joined up with everyone else’s or a project for you to complete at home. Some sew alongs require you to buy kits or set fabrics, others you get to choose your own. I liked this one as it is using scraps and I have been on a bit of a fabric buying ban because I am drowning in fabrics. Some I have bought and others I have been given. I always keep my scraps as I hate the thought of spending money on fabric and then not getting the maximum use out of it. I have scraps stored in 3 different locations and it was starting to feel overwhelming so the idea of a scrap-busting quilt really appealed to me.

I recently made a quilt for Mr Myasthenia Kid, using some charm squares ( these are 5 inch squares of fabric you buy pre-cut). He has wanted a quilt for ages and I kept promising him I would make one. But I never seemed to find the time. Since getting the embroidery machine and the dogs passing away at the start of the year, sewing had taken a back seat. I had lost my sewjo, I had done quite a bit of machine embroidery but actual sewing not much. As I was making Jay’s quilt the love for sewing came back, I was planning on starting the Anna Maria Horner quilt kit I bought last year but have been terrified to start it in case I messed it up. Plus it is a huge quilt almost king sized and my largest quilt that I have made hasn’t even been half that size. So this sew along was also a chance to put together a large quilt – my largest yet. So it was a win win on all fronts.

Jay’s quilt.

The quilting on this quilt took over 4 hours and I lost two needles in the process. I am so pleased with it though as nothing was bought to make it. It was all made with items I already had in the house.

The sew along quilt’s design was random strips of 2 inch wide fabric joined together (or you can do one inch wide). My first job was to go through my scraps and pull out the fabrics I wanted to use and sort them into colours. Each piece of fabric tells a story as I can remember where it came from and what project it was used on. I had 4 charm squares left from Jay’s quilt above, fabric left over from the lap quilt I made my mum for her birthday last year. Point to any of my fabric strips and I can tell you if it was gifted, came in a subscription box or if I bought it. I love that about this quilt it makes it highly sentimental and it is like my sewing journey in one quilt. 

I thought the sorting and prepping of the fabric would be a quick process. I hate this bit of any project, I loathe cutting stuff out. I am the worlds slowest and you can guarantee I will mess it up due to my poor maths skills (why thanks Dyscalculia ). I have a creative grids stripology ruler which has been a godsend. It has cutting channels on it every inch and half inch, so you can cut across the entire width of the fabric and know that the width will be correct…..as long as you chose the correct cutting channel. Eventually after several sessions over a few days I was in a position to start sewing the fabric into long strips.

I sorted the fabrics into colour groups. Group 1. Red / pink / orange, Group 2. Blues / purples, Group 3. Yellow/ cream / white, Group 4. Green,Group 5. Grey / black / purple grey. Within those groups I put all the same fabric together and put them into piles (pinning them) that way when I sewed the fabric strips together to make my large strips I could choose fabric from a pile ensuring I didn’t have to worry about sewing the same fabric together next to each other. It did sort of remove the randomness, rather than taking a chance and sticking my hand into the bag and pulling out a strip to sew.

I also at the same time cut one inch strips, from the same scraps and sorted them the same way.

Once the different fabrics were sewn together ( as above), the metres ( and it was metres) of fabric were then cut into 10 inch strips. For the 1 inch strips once they have been joined together you cut them into 5 inch strips.  The next part is to then sew 6 ten inch strips together to make your 10 inch block. Here are the 60 blocks that I have sewn, just so you get an idea.

I find it amazing how different the blocks look from a distance and all together.

Here are the first 23 blocks that I laid out on the kitchen floor.

I had to get hubby to stand on a chair to take the photo for me. Over the next few days as and when I had the energy I would put together the remaining fabric strips and turn them into blocks. Until yesterday when I finally completed all the 10 inch blocks I intended to make.

I had to do the layout in two settings as there was no more floor space!

Here are the remaining blocks, being “lab” tested 😄😄😄

I love the layout that I have in the photos so I am contemplating sewing the blocks together like this after they have been trimmed to 9.5 inch blocks.

I am now starting on my one inch fabric strips, joining them together. So far I have done the greys/ blacks/ purples and I have also completed the blues. I have three more huge bags of one inch strips to join together before I then cut them into 5 inch strips and turn them into blocks the same way the 2 inch strips were. I intend to use the 5 inch blocks as a border around the quilt – which is different to the sew along border but I like being different. I have no idea how huge this quilt will turn out but hubby is already making noises about it being on the 3 seater leather sofa as it combines all the fabrics that we have in the lounge along with many more!

I have really enjoyed working on this but my old injury / problem has come back. My nerve has become trapped in my neck again and is leaving my hand and forearm (left side) with pins and needles / numbness. It is just as well that I haven’t spent any money on the quilt as I have had to book in with my private physio again which costs £45 for 30 minutes. She is ace but on a limited budget it’s a lot of money to find in one go. So I am having to set a timer when I work and do 15 minutes, have a break and then do 15 minutes. I will be seeing her a week Tuesday.

It isn’t just sewing that is triggering the trapped nerve but any movement at all that involves my arm. Even using the chromebook or taking a drink is enough to have the cold pins and needles feeling start. It is highly irritating as it means I am severely limited in the amount of time I can spend doing the stuff I love. I am hoping the physio can get the blasted thing untrapped and me more comfortable again.

I will be sure to update you all with my scrap busting quilt progress.

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Miserable ….you fill in the blanks

On Tuesday 16th July I went to my doctors appointment. As I can’t get to these things alone due to my mobility issues and no longer having a driving licence, Jay and Dembe ( who is training to be my assistance dog) came with me. I had the doctors appointment as I have a lump at the front of my neck near my adams apple. It can’t be seen by the naked eye but can be felt. When I move my neck and head in certain positions I can feel the lump pressing on my esophagus so it was important that this was checked out. 

We managed to rock up about three minutes late due to an unexpected road closure. We had hoped to prk up outside but instead had to use the carpak across the road. This all added extra minutes that we didn’t have as Jay had to assemble my mobility scooter, get a parking ticket and get Dembe’s lead on. We had put Dembe’s high viz yellow coat on before we left the house. It says on the side of it “Assistance Dog in Training” and when he is “working” we put his coat on him so that members of the public are aware of what he is doing.

We managed to get into the doctors a little stressed due to being late. The main waiting room was practically empty it was as I was getting checked in that I was told my doctors room was at the end of the corridor. This was a major ballache as this waiting room is literally the width of a small houses landing or hallway. You can’t swing a cat in there. When we got there it was jammed and there were only two seats left. Dembe was a little perturbed that so many people were so close to him. He is used to be given space. It’s not that he won’t behave, it is just this was our first visit to the surgery with him and we were playing sardines. The doctors surgery was also unbearingly hot. If I am complaining of the heat it is boiling to a normal person.

Poor Dembe was panting away, he wasn’t unsettled but he was fidgeting a bit to get comfortable. We had a massive amount of treats and just practiced calm giving to get him to settle which he did. Considering he is just 8 months old today and this was his first visit he did well. Especially with it being so busy. There was no barking or crying despite the loud noises coming from the floor above. He really does know that when his coat goes on his behaviour has to change and it is wonderful to see. Many people in the waiting room were complimenting him on being so good for an obviously young dog. So what happened when we went into the doctors consultation room has really angered me.

The doctor made it clear from her facial expression she wasn’t happy that I had both my husband and my assistance dog with me. Jay sat across the other side of the room and kept Dembe occupied. Doing various exercises silently so he was totally focused on Jay. He was sat right in front of Jay, well out of the way of the doctor. The only noise he was making was panting. The doctor needed to examine me on the couch as I made my way across she piped up “Your dog is very hyperactive”. Had I not been in a doctors surgery I would have probably given her a gob-full. Instead I pointed out that he was just 8 months old, he was in training and that panting was not the sign of a hyperactive dog but a hot dog. Jay decided to take Dembe out of the room and walk him around outside the building, he was really angry with the doctor and didn’t want to end up saying something that could impact my treatment. I was so angry that this doctor that obviously knows fuck all about dogs was making snide comments about him. A dog that had done absolutely nothing wrong. I didn’t bother to speak much at all after that because I knew if I started I may have ended up having to look for a new doctors surgery. 

It seems that kids can wreck the joint at the doctors surgery, run around screaming, grab at people etc – all stuff I have witnessed. But a dog that is simply panting is hyperactive. Honestly the stupid cow should have seen him the first night of puppy training 7 weeks ago when he was play bowing, barking and generally being a dick – that is hyperactive. I would say if Dembe had been naughty or hadn’t behaved as he should. I am not an idiot. The whole reason we are doing all these training courses is to ensure he conducts himself well when working / out in public. So for an uneducated, miserable cow of a doctor to say he was misbehaving by snidely saying that he was hyperactive is bang out of fucking order. It’s been 10 hours since the appointment and I am still fucking seething about it.

 I have seen some crap doctors in my time but she took the biscuit and it wasn’t just the issue with Dembe. I also told her about my dry eyes and the fact they are drying out at night causing abrasions on my cornea. She said she would prescribe me something for my eyes. I told her I needed something at night as that was when the damage is occurring. My eyes are very dry during the day as the Hyloforte drops are only providing about 20-30 minutes of relief at a time. But I need something at night to stop my eyeballs sticking to my eyelids. She has totally ignored that and prescribed me drops for day time use. I give up, what part of the conversation didn’t she get. She didn’t even think it might be important for me to see an ophthalmologist to get my eyes checked. To see of we could get to the bottom of why my eyes are dry and what could be done about it. She has taken it into her head that I am allergic to liquid paraffin when I have used it in another eye ointment perfectly fine. I was so pissed off by this point other than repeatedly bang my head against the desk I had to just smile and breathe rather than tell her what a giant fucking cockwomble she was. I do try not to lay into doctors, its a thankless job, so many targets and patients to see. But of you aren’t going to fucking listen and then make pronouncements on my dogs behaviour despite clearly being no expert then I am afraid you deserve everything this post has coming for you.

As I left the doctors I had to book in blood tests ( check my thyroid) and the doctor is doing a referral for an ultrasound to check out this lump which she believes is a lymph node. I can tell you something for sure I will never be making another appointment with her again. The receptionist was really lovely and said what a lovely dog Dembe was and how well behaved he was. She wouldn’t have known what had gone on in the room as I was literally at the desk seconds after the appointment was over. As I looked out of the surgerys door I could see an old chap fussing Dembe and Dembe sitting there loving it. No barking, no crying just a well behaved, panting dog. That made me even more angry.

Jay said the old guy was talking to him for a while and made a massive fuss of Dembe. Dembe was a little scared at first but Jay passed the guy one of Dembe’s treats and he was won over immediately. He said it was so sweet. Jay said the guy was obviously quite lonely but because of the love he was showering Dembe with Jay just let him and was chatting away with him. Jay said after about Dembe that maybe we should get  him trained as a Pets As Therapy dog as he loves having attention and has such a loving nature. It’s definitely something we will consider in the future once we have his training mastered.

After the doctors we walked over to the mini Marks & Spencer as I had a delivery to pick up. As we walked through the door all the staff were smiling at Dembe. It is lovely when we take him anywhere with us in his assistance dog vets, people who have looked as miserable as sin just moments before just beam at him. I love the way this dog makes people smile …apart from you know who..Miserable…….you fill in the blanks.

Dembe was really well behaved in M&S and on the walk back to the car. To reward him this afternoon we took him up on Woodbury common and I accompanied them on my mobility scooter. So I will end this angry blog post with some beautiful photos of my hot dog, not hyperactive one. Stick to diagnosing people love, as animals are just not your forte.

The last one is Dembe working, wearing his assistance vest.

Thanks for reading!

Dry Eyes

I got diagnosed with dry eyes over ten years ago, it could have been 15 years ago, I just know Travis ( our first Weimaraner) was alive then. How I found out I had dry eyes was due to the fact a cigarette end had blown into my eye whilst we were in the car. The agony it caused I will never forget. I had a burn to my cornea and thankfully no lasting damage but a few weeks later my eyes were feeling very sore so I took myself off to the eye infirmary where I had a few tests and found out my eyes were incredibly dry.

On and off for years they have been treated ( very poorly) with the first line treatment for mild cases of dry eyes hypomellose. That treatment in all the years I have been taking it does nothing, the liquid evaporates off my eyeball in a matter of seconds and I am back to the sore, itchy burning feeling I basically put up with 24/7. On the odd occasion when I have made a fuss I am given lacrilube to use at night, which is alike vaseline for your eyeballs. It is fabulous stuff but it means you can see fuck all for hours once it has been applied so has to be done when you are certain you are going to sleep.

I have brought up with numerous doctors that my dry eyes were getting worse, that I am waking up with crusty eyes that then burn and sting for the rest of the day. For some reason I just haven’t pushed this and have allowed myself to be fobbed off with the excuse that it is my medication causing my dry eyes as if this is in some way my fault. I am now coming off all medication that causes dry eyes – even though I have been put on these after the diagnosis of dry eyes was given.

On Sunday morning I woke up with with my eyelid stuck to my eyeball. That is as grim as that sounds. Only I didn’t twig what was going on until after I rubbed my left eye and it felt like the top surface of my eyeball had been removed. The pain caused my eye to water profusely. I also worked out that this has been happening for months to a much lesser extent, I keep waking up with a searing pain in my eyes, my eyeball has been sticking to my eyelid.

I realised quite early on, that I had an abrasion on my cornea but I just didn’t want to have to go to the local minor injuries unit with the high probability that they would send me onto the eye infirmary. I foolishly thought how bad could it possibly get ? I decided that I would ignore it in the hope that the pain settled because ignoring it has always worked so well in the past. We decided that we would take Dembe up to the local supermarket to give him some experience of dealing with a shop environment, noise and large volumes of people. He handled it like a pro and we were both so proud of him.

He is walking like a dream and has stopped jumping up at me when I am on my scooter. He now sits beside me and waits for me to give him a cuddle.

My eye pain was ok as long as I was 100% distracted, so I threw myself into binding a quilt I had made for Jamie aka Mr Myasthenia Kid. I wanted to get it finished and he wanted it finished and on his bed! I managed to get that done but as soon as I finished and no longer had anything to distract me the eye pain ramped up by about 500.

I actually waited until Monday to take this photo.

We decided we would start watching season 3 of Stranger Things. I sat with a hot compress on my eye because my logic was the heat would help it as they advise a hot compress with dry eyes. I was kidding myself still that the eye pain was dry eye and would settle. I lasted 20 minutes until I asked Jay to take me to the local hospital where they had a minor injuries unit. I knew (well I hoped they still had it ) that they had all the kit for an eye exam, I kept my fingers crossed that they wouldn’t insist on sending me to the hospital and the eye infirmary. As I knew the wait would be horrendous and sitting up like that for several hours would knock me for six.

Jay dropped me at the eye infirmary and he took Dembe out for a walk. I am extremely grateful that I was seen within 20 minutes of arriving. It wasn’t busy but there were other people coming in with more serious issues than I had. I was ushered in but immediately told that they would only do a basic eye exam and then send me to the main hospital as I had Ehlers Danlos syndrome. I questioned this as I knew it was just an abrasion and no need for the trek to the hospital ( one I hate due to a couple of twatish doctors based there). I was informed as the eye is made up 100% of collagen they couldn’t mess about. I was shocked that this nurse was so on the ball with EDS. Normally they are clueless, not their fault if they have never come across it I must add.

I made a few grumbling noises along the lines of its just an abrasion there is nothing wrong with the rest of my eye and that sitting for hours up there would make me much sicker in the long run. I had an eye test which I think I did reasonably well or well enough to convince her I wasn’t in danger of losing my sight imminently. So she acquiesced and did a proper eye exam. The local anesthetic stang like hell, it felt like I had a million paper cuts on the surface of my eye and she had poured vinegar on it. Once the stinging wore off it provided me with a lot of relief as the pain was dulled massively. She had a look at the structure of my eye which was all sound. She then added the lovely yellow stain that they put in and immediately could see I had a superficial abrasion right across the centre of my eye. I hadn’t been able to pinpoint where the pain was coming from my eye hurt and hurt more every time I had to blink. It made sense that it was right across my eye.

Me when I got back from the minor injuries unit. I was given antibiotic ointment, as my eyes were so dry it would provide some relief as it has to be put in 4 times a day. I was made to promise that if it wasn’t any better the following day I had to head to the main hospital and get it checked out. Thankfully it was an awful lot better the following day.

I have an appointment with my gp next week that I had booked for another reason – which I will still be bringing up! By the time I go to my appointment the local injuries unit would have informed them that I had an abrasion on my cornea caused by my eyeball sticking to my eyelid and that my dry eyes need to be treated! However as it is more than a week away I have spent £30 on dry eye ointment for night time to keep my eyes moist and to prevent them sticking to my eyelids again and some much stronger eye drops that should provide more relief than the tap water ( sarcasm but that might as well be what it is) I have been prescribed up until now and that someone saw fit to remove from my repeat prescription list. 

My eyes are still quite uncomfortably dry, I am awaiting my delivery of the day time drops as nothing I have here if I wish to be able to see at all will provide any relief. When people say they have dry eyes unless you have experienced it you would never realise how bloody painful it can be.

Migraine

I had wonderful plans for what I was going to write this week but at 4.30am I was struck down by a migraine. Thankfully it is on its way out, the attacks have been shorter in duration since I worked out my migraines are triggered by instability in my neck when I am asleep. As soon as I know a migraine has started I put on my soft cervical collar and keep it on for several hours. When I can I add in 2.5mg of diazepam to relax the muscles that go into spasm on my forehead. Although the length of time I suffer with pain has shortened the after effects last all day. I am very limited with screen time. Hence why this is such a short post.

To make up for the lack of words I will spam you some more of Dembe, who is an absolute angel when I am poorly. He stays by my side and will only start behaving like a 7 month old pup once I am up and moving around.

Hopefully normal service will resume next week.

Holiday Post

Mr Myasthenia Kid has been on holiday over the last week and for the rest of this week. Due to this I woke up today Wednesday 26th June and realised I hadn’t written this weeks blog post and I was completely clueless as to what to write. So I am going to be really lazy and just spam you with some photo’s of Dembe who has totally stolen my heart!

This was his first meal back on January 11th 2019. We laughed so hard with him climbing inside the bowl. He was so dinky I was permanently terrified that I would stand on him or fall over him.

 

This was taken when he was 9 weeks old. It seems ages ago that he was this tiny, it’s crazy to think it was this year.

 When he first came home he was obsessed with anything that smelt of his daddy and still is. His latest trick is to raid Jay’s dirty laundry basket and steal pants out of it. If there are no pants anything will do as I found out this morning as he brought a T-shirt into my bedroom.

We bought him a cute little toy box which we thought would last him a very long time. His favourite thing to do was chuck all the toys out and climb inside. When he first came home he couldn’t even get in the toy box and we would have to get his toys for him.

In this photo he is 19 weeks old and it marks 11 weeks that we have had him home. It is really crazy how much he has grown in just 11 weeks. At this point he could get on and off the bed by himself, climb the stairs up and down, jump on and off the sofa. All stuff he was way too tiny to do when he first came home with us.

A month on and he has grown again! No longer looking like a baby but like a small grown up doggy.

This along with his first go in a paddling pool is my all time favourite video of him. He had been confined to a small patio for around 6 weeks whilst the garden was revamped. This was on the first day that he got to explore the whole garden. He went crazy! Just adorable.

His first go in a paddling pool back in May. He loves his paddling pool.

He has got so big he can now jump on the bench, the last thing he has been able to master.

This was yesterday at the garden centre as part of our homework from his obedience training classes. We are taking him out to lots of places so he gets used to being in different situations as he is being trained to be my assistance dog.

Last month I taught him how to take my socks off. He loves doing this.

It took him minutes to master. I am still so proud of him.

He is now 7 months old, todays achievement was that he cocked his leg for the first time on a walk. Jay was so proud of him. I missed it as I am unable to accompany them on the walk due to the distance and terrain.

He has given us such joy in an awful time. I really wouldn’t be without him.

Brave

I don’t class myself as brave although I have had plenty of people in the past tell me I am. Most of the time I am a quivering wreck, my anxiety has been awful of late, if there is nothing to worry about my brain will find something and keep me awake at night about it. Dealing with people, crowds, noise or even just being in the outside world alone fills me with terror. Yes on many occasions I force myself out of the house and attend appointments alone, dropped off outside but once out of the safety net of the car I am on my own. After over ten years of being pushed everywhere in a wheelchair ( I don’t have the strength or the capacity in my joints to move under my own steam without dislocations and severe pain, oh and the risk of fainting) today I took a brave step into the outside world alone and went to my hospital appointment by myself. I have never done this. I have never seen a hospital consultant alone in the whole history of me being sick. This is huge.

Now a few people have got hung up on the fact that I didn’t travel the hours journey to the hospital by myself. Having pointed out the fact I don’t do crowds, loud noise, bright lights or social situations alone, what the hell do you want from me people? Public transport is shit, I just couldn’t have done the journey on my mobility scooter from my town to the city. Taking the bus or train would have meant multiple changes in places I don’t know. I’d have had a fucking heart attack, there isn’t enough valium in the world to get me through that. 

This is the person who freaks out about calling for a taxi let alone getting in one. One small step at a time folks you don’t run a marathon the first time you decide to have a jog, so why the judgement about the fact I didn’t travel alone? It was still fucking huge for me to navigate the hospital alone – one of the biggest in the area, to a clinic I have been possibly twice before ( as it location changed within the hospital).

I also need to point out any medical appointments set off my anxiety and can lead to me not sleeping properly for several weeks before I go. Due to the horrendous treatment I have suffered at the hands of the medical profession in the past. So I may go to doctor’s appointments at the gp surgery by myself and the same for dental appointments but it doesn’t mean I am happy or confident doing it. I hate it. It has got to the point where I just don’t like, feel / safe or comfortable if I have to leave the house by myself. My home is my safety zone where I control the light, noise, amount of people etc

So for clarity I travelled in our car for an hour with my husband Mr Myasthenia Kid and our trusty sidekick Dembe, who is in training to become my assistance dog and a bit of an emotional crutch as well to be honest. We tried to get parked up but there were no spaces, so hubby had to drop me off in front of the hospital, he set up my mobility scooter, helped me get on and left. Yes folks he left, I had the appointment letter in my hand and off I went on my adventure on a mobility scooter I have also never used by myself before – someone has always been with me. So many hours were spent last night panicking about it breaking down, knocking stuff over and getting lost. This hospital is not very user friendly and it is very easy to miss a turn and get lost.

This hospital is one of the largest in this part of the country ( South West of England) . Its main entrance goes on forever shops, coffee shops, stands for charities etc and hundreds of bloody people. Who’s walking speed resembles an extra on the walking dead ( For the uninitiated a Zombie). I am not massively confident on my mobility scooter owing to the fact on a couple of occasions I have only just managed to avoid being headline news in the locality…..once I nearly went over the sea wall because I was chatting and not looking where I was steering and on another occasion I moved the control in the wrong direction shot off the pavement into the path of an oncoming car. Despite the look of abject horror on my face I got a mouthful of abuse from the driver ( and I can’t blame them for that). So my nerves were a little frayed already and I had been having nightmares about old people going down like ten pins in my wake.

It actually went a lot smoother than I had imagined it would. That wouldn’t have been hard though as at 2am this morning, I was going over every possible scenario in my head. Members of staff asked me if I needed help ( that was probably the look of sheer panic on my face) asked if I needed doors held open, lifts held. In fact being alone on a mobility scooter I got more help than when I was with Mr Myasthenia Kid in a wheelchair. Which strikes me as a bit bizarre as even with him we still needed assistance with doors etc.

I checked myself in at the clinic and tried to find a place where my scooter and I wouldn’t be in anyone’s way. One of my major gripes with hospitals is that despite it being quite obvious that people with disabilities will use them, they do not provide waiting rooms with a space where you can park up a wheelchair or mobility scooter where you are out of the way. It seems a bit fucking ridiculous if you ask me that hospitals seem to not think about accessibility when it comes to their outpatient departments. They ram the waiting room spaces with chairs but when you bring your own it’s a bit of a bloody nightmare to find somewhere to park up and not cause a major obstruction for staff and patients. Anyway rant over. I found somewhere that I thought was out of the way and thankfully it was.

My appointment went well, managed to get myself back on some medication to prevent my migraines as the amitriptyline isn’t doing its job, I have had two migraines in the last two weeks. Plus I really shouldn’t be on amitriptyline with PoTs

I managed not to crash into chairs etc as I reversed out of the room and turned outside. I did however manage to get lost on my way out of the hospital. Probably because I got cocky it was easily remedied with reversing and taking the turn I missed. When I got to the foyer I was just getting ready to find a spot to stop and get my phone out so I could ring Jay and left him know I needed to be collected, when I heard him say to Dembe “There’s mummy look”. Dembe was so well behaved, he came over walking beautifully on his lead and then jumped up and gave me lots of kisses. I can’t tell you how glad I was to see them both. I was no longer on my own and I could make my way back to the safety of the car.

It was also the first time since we had started training that he has walked with Jay and me, when I have been using the mobility scooter. He walked beautifully and I could fully concentrate on driving rather than worrying that I was going to run him over by accident.

Today’s travel and navigating the hospital corridors have left me exhausted. I don’t feel particularly brave but I do know this was a big deal. Maybe when I am not so exhausted I will be able to appreciate how very brave I was today.

H.S

So last week I wrote about how poorly I have felt over the last week to two weeks and I have finally got to the bottom ( no pun intended ) of what has been causing this dip in my health – well I think.

I have several chronic conditions some rare some rarely diagnosed and one of them is a skin condition called Hidradenitis suppurativa . I don’t talk about it a lot mainly because of the embarrassment caused and the judgement you can get from ignorant people. When you say you regularly get abscesses people either assume you are a junkie or your personal hygiene is lacking. I can assure you none of these are true. If you read the link above you will see it is caused or connected to the sweat glands. The weird thing that separates HS abscesses from “normal” abscesses is the fact that when swabs are taken from a HS abscess nothing grows in the petri dish. That is what separates it from standard abscesses which are normally caused by a staph infection. 

The problem is that with HS it is very common for you to get a secondary infection like cellulitis. And just because HS doesn’t have any nasty bugs contained within it doesn’t mean the bloody things hurt any less. From Sunday into Monday this week  I developed a large  abscess which immediately also turned into cellulitis. It was reasonably sore, I have had lots of abscesses in my time and the majority of them have been a lot more painful than this one. HS doesn’t just give you abscesses it makes you feel very poorly when you are in the middle of a flare up. I can run a temperature which is unusual for me, get whole body aches like I am coming down with the flu. I feel very run down and tired. With an abscess brewing this has obviously had a knock on effect with the rest of my conditions and explains completely why the last two weeks have been so difficult. Just by way of explanation its not uncommon for me to have abscesses that I have no knowledge of being there until they rupture. It really just depends where they form and how close they are to nerves and lymph nodes. Sometimes the smallest ones can be the most painful, it really is just the luck of the draw.

I have been quite lucky with my HS it has never really gone further than stage 2, I have never had to be hospitalised with it, I’ve only ever had one lanced at A&E many, many years ago. I have friends who have endured skin grafts in an attempt to stop the disease progression and multiple hospital admissions and operations to drain them.  Last year was the closest I got to be admitted to hospital when one the size of a hens egg developed over a few days. I was waiting for my doctors surgery to ring me back as I was going to beg them to lance it, when it ruptured as I sat down on the toilet. The location was my bikini line inner thigh. I sat there for a full 30 minutes whilst this just drained and drained. The relief was instant as this one had prevented me from wearing clothes on my bottom half and from walking. It then continued to drain for the next 7 days and required dressing changes at least 4 times a day. I have never seen anything like it. I really hope I never see anything like it again.

Now all of that may seem pretty disgusting and I would have to agree with you. You have no idea how much courage it has taken to even talk about this horrid condition. For me though it gets worse as I really don’t tolerate the antibiotics used for this condition. I can’t take doxycycline as I can’t keep it down I will projectile vomit within 30 minutes of taking it. I don’t do particularly well on any of the tetracycline’s . I end up having to take Flucloxacillan  which a) give me rampant diarrhoea so I end up eating Loperimide (imodium) like sweets to stop it. I think its because they contain a hefty wack of lactose which I don’t tolerate and b)  I can end up having an allergic reaction to it – facial rash. So it’s not even plain sailing when I do get the antibiotics. So on top of feeling crap from the abscess I have the side effects from the course of antibiotics to contend with. Oh and I forgot to mention the non stop nausea I can get with these as well and the burnt oesophagus where they get stuck in my throat due to swallowing issues caused by EDS.

I have had over 24 hours on the antibiotics now and the cellulitis has subsided. The abscess is still there, blind so will need some attention to draw it out. I have problems at the moment though as my skin has become very fragile and any adhesive dressings are removing a layer of skin with them. Making it too painful to apply my usual cure a dab of Vicks vapour rub and a mepore dressing. I am having to rely on heat alone.

The whole point of the post is to raise awareness of this condition. Since I was diagnosed in 2011 I have helped around a further 5 people get diagnosed and those people in turn have helped others get diagnosed. I was lucky that I switched surgeries and my new gp was on the ball. For the 12 years prior to that I had been fobbed off with antibiotics and no real help. I was made to feel ashamed and that it was something I was doing or not doing that was causing these flare ups. 

HS can occur pretty much anywhere on the body that has sweat glands. So if you are having continual flare ups of abscesses under your breasts, in your groin or armpits or on your bottom, anywhere don’t suffer in silence. Arm yourself with some information and ask your gp if they have heard of Hidradenitis Suppurativa. Being diagnosed won’t cure you, there is no cure but it may get you better treatment. When I have a flare up I just have to ring my doctors surgery and ask for antibiotics. I could push to see a dermatologist but I will admit I am too embarrassed and as I can manage most of the time myself, I just get on with it.