The past few days I've been looking forward to doing my bit to combat the scumbag disease thats riddled friends and family and even managed to borrow a pink Stade Francais jersey off a friend as we were required to wear pink and guess what happens? My hip decides to really play up and in a big way causing me to be awake all through the night and it's become a joke thats gone way too far, I go through this on a daily basis sometimes I can bear the pain and other days I can't handle it at all and last night and today is living proof of the hell i'm going through.
So how does the eating play a part in this? I could easily comfort eat and its very tempting as right now I'm on my own with a needy but adorable dog plus I don't have a great deal of energy to cook a decent meal as I got fuck all sleep.
All I can do is rest and put pressure on Cappagh Hospital and push through for a replacement and I ain't giving up or give up speaking out against the fucked up corrupt system that the Irish health system is and if you don't like what I have to say about the likes of Leo Varadker, James Reilly and the other wankers who thinks it's ok for normal folk to suffer for 2+ years well fuck off , they don't know what I'm going through and the stress I bring to loved ones because I'm suffering with uncontrollable pain and being moody
Update after weigh in Tuesday morning
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