Apologies for the late post, folks, for once it wasn't my fault. Last night we were suffering some weird network connectivity issues that for some reason allowed me to upload to YouTube without difficulties, but which broke pretty much every other site on the Internet — even after the uploads were completed, so it wasn't those monopolising the connection.
Anyway, I'm here now. And it's been a pretty horrible day so far; I woke up with one of my occasional bouts of dull pain in my stomach and I knew I was in for a bad morning. For those unaware, I've been struggling with a hernia for a little while now (and, as with many ongoing complaints like this, quite possibly much longer than I'd realised) and occasionally it flares up of a morning. It begins with a dull pain in my stomach then gradually escalates to excruciating agony for about 30-60 minutes or so, during which the best thing to do is take some painkillers and lie on my back screaming for a bit.
During this time, I can actually see and feel the damn thing sticking out well beyond where it's supposed to be, and when it dies down my stomach feels "normal" again. I do not recommend any of this; it's like being in Alien without any of the fun bits.
I've been to see about getting this treated, but I need to lose some weight before it can be treated with minimal risk of it simply coming back again. This was the main thing that triggered Andie and I starting Slimming World again this time around, and we've been seeing some success so far — I got my award for losing 1.5 st in total since just before Christmas last night, so things are moving along at a decent pace. I still have a fair way to go before the stupid thing is no longer at risk of almost immediately coming back if I do get it treated, though, so I'm going to have to continue suffering like this on occasion indefinitely for now. And when the time does come for treatment, I have to confront my crippling fear of hospitals and surgery! Fun. But we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
To reassure anyone feeling hypochondriac (or whatever the right word is) on my behalf, don't worry, none of this is life-threatening or anything, it's just extremely irritating and painful, and just something I have to live with for now.
Bodies suck. Take good care of yours.
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