I found this post in my drafts. I wrote it after I had surgery at the beginning of the year (for endometriosis, so if you get squeamish at the word ‘period’, don’t read this post). Yeah, it’s been sitting here since January; my bad.
I was in hospital last week; the bulk of it doped up on painkillers. Funtimes. Hospital? Painkillers? Wait, what?! Last week I went in for explorative laparoscopic surgery to determine whether or not I had endometriosis, cysts and polyps. I’m not sure what, or how much the doctors were expecting to find; they found it all. Continue reading →
Here I am holding one of my birthday cakes (yes, I had two cakes that year, mum made one, and my nana made the other*). Also in the photo are Rebecca and Hannah (our next door neighbours at the time), and my brother Phillip (the shirtless one).
*Nana made the cake I wanted to eat, mum’s one… not so much, so of course when it came to cake eating time, nana’s one disappeared without me getting a slice.