I’ve written at some length about using Fitbit to track my activity, and encourage me to do a bit more. It was somewhat effective, and I liked the device a lot. It was only moderately effective at getting me to actually move about more, though. After an unfortunate accident killed Sam’s Fitbit, I gave her […]
To sort-of quote the late Anthony Aloysius St John Hancock… “Stone me! It’s like waiting for a bus. You hang around for ages then two operations come at once!” Last Wednesday I found out that I have been approved for funding for weight loss surgery. I spent a couple of days in a confused but […]
Over the next three months, while the Powers That Be decide whether or not my op is worth funding, I have regular appointments with a dietitian and a physiotherapist. Last Tuesday I saw the Dietitian. She asked me questions about the food I eat, how often I splurge on takeaways and what I have if […]
2012 will be remembered as the year I began my repairs… fixing the damage of poor choices of the past, healing a broken mind and trying to deal with the damage that’s been done along the way. I’ve seen more hospital rooms this year than I have in my entire life, and as we go […]
The Fitbit (Search for “Fitbit” on: DuckDuckGo, Amazon UK, Amazon US) has been around a while, but has only recently started to seem like an interesting idea to Sam and I. We both need to lose some weight (ok, maybe a lot), and to get a bit more active (ok, maybe a lot more). A […]
Back in August, I received a phone call from my mum.
“Don’t worry, but I’m in hospital.”
Of course, I’ve never done what that woman told me to, so on hanging up I kicked off a couple of weeks of panic, anxiety and worry over what was going on. I only received information in dribs and drabs… she was having an operation, it was to do with her stomach problems, she was in surgery, took a little longer than expected… and then a week later found out that it was emergency surgery to remove a tumour.
*UPDATE* Mum’s been demonstrating those kick-ass genes she has by getting through some pretty gruelling surgery, and she’s now recovering back on the ward. If you’re watching, mother, prepare for flowers!
Get well soon, Mum. I love you.