I didn’t realise how much time had passed since my last blog entry until a kind subscriber asked if I had died. This really made me giggle – I am indeed alive! Along with time going too quickly, I didn’t really know what to blog about if I’m honest – I’m aware my blog is more of a dating blog than anything else now so I wanted to write about something else despite having a totally amazing time with Clark. However, last night something blog worthy happened so here we go …
I had a bit of a wake up call last night. I made my boy some spinach and ricotta tortellini with tomato and mascarpone sauce with broccoli. I stole two bits of pasta and had a small sprig of broccoli – that’s literally what I do for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I pick and have really small portions – unless I’m with Clark who gives me disapproving glares if I don’t eat. So for lunch yesterday I had a half slice of toast and a biscuit and for breakfast I had coffee. Not healthy and admitting it is pretty embarrassing.
Last night I felt a bit ill but I thought it was because I was tired. I went to bed but got these awful stomach pains near my rib cage on the right. My parents have gone away on a two week holiday and although my brother was at home I didn’t want to worry him so I put up with the pain hoping it would pass. It got to the point where my eyes were watering and I knew I needed some reassurance that I wasn’t dying! I’m not a wuss in the slightest, I went through labour without any pain relief, have tattoos and have had more piercings than I care to remember. I know pain and this was serious pain.
I was worried my boy would wake up and I wouldn’t be able to look after him so I rang NHS Direct. To my international subscribers it is basically a number you ring if you need medical help but don’t know where to go (doctors/hospital/A&E/walk in centre etc). So after describing the pain between breathing as if I was in labour the lady said that she thinks I should go to hospital – I protested. I didn’t want to leave my little boy, my brother has never babysat for me and had work in the morning so it didn’t seem fair. I explained my situation to the lady on the phone who told me if I started to vomit I should go to the hospital and take my boy with me. She said if the pain subsides I should go to my regular doctor as it sounds a bit like gall stones.
After hanging up and still being in considerable pain I rang my sister who came to the house. She’s going through her second pretty traumatic miscarriage at the moment so I felt awful that I had to call her. She stayed until I was a bit more comfortable and then left so I could sleep it off. I didn’t sleep though because my little one decided that 5am was a good time to wake up. Yawn!
So while he amused himself jumping on my bed, reading books and playing with toys, I turned to Google to do some research about gall stones. Basically overweight mothers are more likely to get gall stones and that the stones are formed from excess cholesterol. So my plan of action is to eat regularly and properly and eat low fat foods. It really is a wake up call because I can’t afford to go into hospital, the boy needs me and I’m enjoying my life at the moment. Plus, I really really REALLY hate hospitals – I’m a rubbish patient so it just isn’t an option.
Luffoo 