I'm not going to say anything bad about George because if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't be here writing blogs today. I owe her a great debt. She was the only person who ever did anything to help me when I was so ill a few years ago. The medical profession had deserted me in some ways -- done all they could in their opinion! I was in agony and it was all put down to surgery pain.
You know your own body but no matter how much I disagreed with them they continued to stress that I was making a mountain out of a mole hill! It wasn't like that at all and when George visited me and saw how much pain I was in -- she contacted the hospital, my consultant and arranged for me to see him without appointment. It was no surprise to me and none for George when I collapsed at home with pancreatitis. So long ago now but she's the only person I have faith in. She knows me only too well and I'm laying odds that I'll be in trouble today when she comes.
It's true that I'm my own worst enemy. I don't exactly help mysef very much. I skip my enteral feeding far too much and try to survive on a biscuit or piece of chocolate. I risk choking, losing weight and of course my health and what for? The chance to be normal for a change. To behave like there's nothing wrong is very difficult when you have a backpack and tube. The weight can also be a problem and it's a nuisance when I drive or go out in general.
I've lost weight since her last visit so I guess a ticking off is on the cards. I know she will understand but I also know that she has my best interest at heart so all things considered I deserve a good old kick in the backside.
She will have to get past my goats and geese first, not forgetting the dog who hates everyone and everything.
I shall have to hook up to my feed before she arrives just to show willing, but she's no fool and I won't try to pull the wool over her eyes.
Home truths are about to be revealed!