From cryin’ to flyin’

The title literally sums up my last few days and just shows the reality of life at the moment!

Cryin’

Friday was the crying day. It wasn’t all bad, I had a lovely venture out for breaky with Harri & Emily in the Morning (thanks ladies 😘) but it was also bonfire night and usually one of my favourite nights of the year. I’m an autumn girly and absolutely love everything that comes with this time of year. With that in mind I wasn’t going to miss out on bonfire night although I probably should have thought smaller. We’d got tickets to the local footy club bonfire like usual and I loaded up on painkillers before we set off so thought “I’ll be reyt”. Spoiler: I was not reyt. It was absolutely rammed and I was getting hustled and bustled from the moment we got through the gates. We went to see the fire and got a family pic that makes it looks like we were having a fab time (don’t believe everything you seen on the internet 😳).

We’d decided the far end of the pitch looked quieter so headed there. But there was no where to sit and I was struggling to stay vertical by this point. The boys has seen their friends and wanted to stay with them but Ry made the executive decision to head to the seated stand before he had to scoop me off the floor. I was already starting to feel sorry for myself at this point and let a few tears out. As we headed over to the seated stand I bolted for the next available seat (sorry for been ignorant, I know a few people said hello). Oliver had found some of this other mates and we’d lost him and I ended up sat on the flip down plastic chairs with Jack and the firework display started. Jack then couldn’t see so went to get a better spot so I was sat on my own on the worlds most uncomfortable chair on my lonesome so I just sat and cried watching the fireworks. Proper feeling sorry for myself and inventing all these situations in my head like all the other families were having fun together and nobody came to sit with me (not rational I now know but I was in pain and super emosh). Getting out and home was just as bad as coming in and all I wanted to do was lie down. I finally crashed in bed with my clothes on and got some of the good stuff down me (Oromorph, not vodka although maybe that’s where I’m going wrong?!). An hour later with every painkiller I was able to take (the usual + codeine + morphine) I was still in agony and we had to call the ward for advice. They advised going to A&E which was 100% not happening seen as though I’ve just spend 5 days in the hospital last week and already been to the hospital earlier in the day for bloods and stitches removing. So we were in a stalemate. I basically laid there for hours in my clothes taking all the painkillers till I eventually fell asleep.

Flyin’

Luckily when I woke up on Saturday things felt better because I was invited to the “Scantastic” awards at work where I’d been nominated. Ry was a bit cautious after the epic fail of the night before so we had to message my manager and see if he could come to make sure I didn’t die. After Fridays multiple ventures nearly did me in I decided the safest bet was to chill all day until we needed to go out. It was a mega team effort to get me glammed up, ready and everything sorted. Poor Ry got roped into fake tanning me (well the bits that were gonna be on show) and Harri came and did my hair as my arms won’t move that far at the mo. We dropped with boys off with Lisa (thaaaanks!) who was taking them all to the rugby clubs bonfire and me and Ry headed into Leeds. It was a lovely evening at Aspire (very fancy) and nice to see my colleagues to catch up. Myself and my friend Claire had both been nominated for awards so a few of us from our hospital had gone together which was lovely 🥰. My award was presented last and I won! I was nominated for the ‘Head of Profession’ award - an award front the Head Radiographer at our trust. It’s such an honour to be recognised for something like this and do so alongside my lovely colleagues. I even managed a Gin and then was home, snuggled up in bed with my painkillers by 11pm.

So there we have it! From one extreme to the other. I obviously need to figure out what I can and can’t do at the moment because I am clearly not very good at it. Back to normal tomorrow with one of my regular injections for my bones (Denosumab).

P.S I was as shocked as everyone I saw on Sat eve that I looked that human too! The wonders of make up ey!

Kirst x