Blogging is not something I usually do so if it is boring, well first of all, I am sorry and secondly, feel free to tell me!
Well it is 4am and I can;t sleep so I thought I would bore you to sleep if you have the same problem. I can't sleep because of pain in my chest (I have a terminal heart and lung disease as well as being Coeliac which is not terminal!!). At present I have a chest infection and having had the ambulance out last night, I nearly ended up in hospital but, hating the place, I refused to go! However after having a very nasty asthma attack (I have Chronic Obstructive Pulmonery Disease, 'C.O.P.D', which includes asthma) I am suffering the quicyquonces of the attack so my chest hurts now! Anyway, enough of the POMs (Poor Old Me's) I shall now get on with the real reason I am blogging!
I have been living on a gluten free diet since I was diagnosed as Coeliac when I was nine after a long battle with the local GP who insisted to my mother that there was nothing wrong with me and that she was being neurotic! The fact that I looked like I was starving to death seemed to bypass him. I look back at pictures now and can see that I looked like I had spent all my life in a Concentration Camp!!! I have no idea why the GP couldn't see that there was something very obviously wrong with me and I think that nowadays someone would have called in the Social Services thinking that my mother was neglecting me! Eventually he got so fed up with her weekly (or more) visits he referred me to a Consultant. He obviously told said Consultant what his views were so we got the same treatment from him! He too seemed to be blind! However, after several visits, he told my mother that he was going to admit me to hospital for tests and said (and I quote), "...if there is anything wrong with that child I will eat my hat...!!!". I spent a very unhappy week in hospital undergoing all sorts of tests (who, at age nine, enjoys daily blood tests and Barium meals to see if there is any blockage in my system via xrays?), and eventually had a biopsy done on my small intestine. A month later we were called in to see the Consultant and when he had finished telling my parents the results (no apology at all for his treatment of my mother), my dad, having come prepared, reached into his pocket, took out a packet of salt and one of pepper, threw them on the desk in front of the Consultant and said, "START EATING MATE!!!" The Consultant also admitted that had I been left for one more month I probably would have died of malnutrition as all these tests had also shown calcium, iron and various other deficiencies had been flagged up in the many blood tests I had endured! One thing missing from his report...absolutely NO APOLOGY!!!!!
So, I was put on to a Gluten Free diet and my life changed within three months as I began to thrive at last! I stopped being tired and unable to concentrate, I also stopped being sick after every meal. Gone were the stomach aches, squits, bloated tummy, headaches and all sorts of other symptoms that I'd had before. However it took two years or so for me to "catch up" with my peers in growth, puberty etc, therefore I didn't 'develop' with the rest of my year and got bullied horribly for that! While all the other girls were growing boobs and all that, I still looked like I should be in Primary School!! I took to stuffing tissue paper inside the bra that I had persuaded mum to buy for me. Soon got found out though as we all had to take showers after P.E. and someone pointed out that when I took off my bra my boobs disappeared! Plus, said 'boobs' fell on the floor in the shape of toilet paper...oops! Even more bullied after that! Got called names like 'ironing board', toilet roll holder, titless etc. What a joy my life was, as if it hadn't been bad enough before!
Well, that is enough to be going on with...YOU CAN WAKE UP NOW!!!!! I am going to try to sleep! TTFN, back later if you can bear it!
Cherindi.