My blog feels like a lie. Despite losing weight it feels like my health is worse than ever. My verucca is annoying, I haven't been to the gym since last week and my skin seems to be breaking out in scaly nightare (my eczema).
I've had pain under my ribs for most of the last week, only from the hours of 11pm to about 8am, I've had trouble sleeping, and been sore in the morning. Last night I had real problems sleeping and was in a lot of pain, the docs last suggestion was to swim to improve my posture (can't do that with a veruca), and when i took some Nurofen the pain didn't die down.
So much discomfort was I in, that at about 5.30am I got up and strolled up to the A&E at the hospital to get myself seen to. Left hubby sleeping, and got the pleasure of a cold hard chair in the waiting room for two hours.
I don't mind waiting if there's a queue, but there was nobody else in the waiting room at all, and still I was left for two hours. I understand that I was neither an accident, or an emergency in the strictest sense of the word, but I was in agony.
By 7.15 when I was seen the pain was easing off, and describing pain isn't my strong point.Glad to say they checked me over and gave me the all clear and I was at my desk by 9.30am, but I still don't know what's causing the pain. I've to see my GP if its ongoing from here on.
And to top it off, I've a sore throat, and a chesty cough too. So, likelihood of me going to the gym this week? Zero. Likelihood I've lost weight? Zero.
Me? Fit? Healthy? Not really.
Grrrrr.