I spoke in this post (especially in the comments) about the health problems I’ve been experiencing recently. From rashes to vomiting, to bowel problems and exhaustion. I made an appointment with my GP a couple of weeks ago, mainly to address the problem of the rash I’ve had on my hands and feet since the summer. It’s incredibly painful and has been keeping me awake at night, as well as looking absolutely horrible.
I had my appointment at 8.50 this morning, and managed to make it there on absolutely no sleep (I was up all night going over what I would say) and with hair like a crazed scarecrow, plus one very wonky eyebrow. Don’t pluck your eyebrows in the dark is my tip for the day.
There are things I haven’t mentioned on here, and which I certainly haven’t told anybody in ‘real life’ about. Embarassing stuff like losing control of my bladder with no warning. Loss of bowel control. Things no twenty six year old wants to admit to. Tremors in my right hand and foot. Extreme pain during sex, which I’ve not told S about even though I know I should. Total loss of memory. Stuff which makes me feel weak and useless.
I now have seven prescriptions. Luckily, my mother helps me out with medication costs and pays for a pre-payment card. Otherwise I’d be looking at over £50, which I can’t afford at all. I suppose I’m lucky in a sense; I dread to think how much it would cost me in America. All my regular meds are now up to date, so that’s a positive, and I have antibiotics and a different steroid for the rash, a gel for the vaginal pain (FML), a stronger anti-acid for my stomach, a full list of blood tests to be done, a pot to wee in, and a referral to a dermatologist.
I also have a referral to the neurosciences clinic in Liverpool. An emergency referral. My GP asked me to follow a pen-light with my eyes, squeeze his hands, frown, push against him… and now I’m seeing a brain specialist.
Suddenly, it’s all becoming very real. I’m a bit scared.