You know you’re having a really shit day when you actually wished you were still at work; today I had to do an early shift so I could go to the dentist for two fillings, who then told me I may need a root canal if my tooth got any worse which is no doubt a pleasant experience as they drill into my face and start yanking out nerves.
So with having a filling on each side of my side my mouth was pretty much totally numb, spent an hour while the new expensive private dentist (thanks overdraft) messed around in there and you’d think that’d be the end of the fun but oh no, I then had a doctors appointment to for lack of a better word, test to see if I’m diseased.
I’ll be honest because I’ve kept it pretty quiet recently and just plodded along writing my novel but I’ve not been a well man as of late.
If you’ve read for awhile you’ll know that about a year ago I had to have my anal passage abused because I had piles. I went into great detail about it and won’t go into it again; regardless it ended when I excreted blood twice in the space of half an hour.
A year on I began getting the same sort of symptoms again although I never feel any pain beforehand like I did the last time and it’s happening more often than it had been before. At least every other day I’ll be excreting just blood; I then started to get stomach cramps; I feel tired all of the time even when I have loads of sleep and found myself losing my appetite (omgwtfbbq), when I force myself to eat something I end up throwing it up the morning after. At the time of writing I haven’t eaten anything for about 30 hours.
I’ve had to put on a brave face for everyone I come in contact with on a daily basis because I can’t be bothered explaining what’s wrong with me every five minutes and for friends to just say, “I thought you’re ‘Ard.” Trust me, I don’t feel it at the moment.
So I go to the doctor with my numb mouth and he gives me a rectal exam which by this point, doesn’t even phase me any more and says he couldn’t find any evidence of piles which is the normal cause of rectal bleeding and then he turns my arm into a pin cushion by taking a load of blood to send off for tests to check for anemia and to make sure everything else is working as it should be. Then asks me about my medical history and family history, telling him my Grandfather died of colon cancer and my dad has diabetes and I don’t even know what my mothers side of the family died of. So I have to wait for that shit to come back before he decides what he’s going to do next.
Feeling pretty shit at the moment but luckily it’s nearly the weekend so I can just curl up and die in peace.