The 6 week journey.
It’s been 6 weeks. 6 weeks since I woke up and my life was changed. There are positives. Thousands of them. I barely have a minutes worth of pain a day. I can wear jeans again. I don’t bleed through everything. I feel much better. I feel totally different. The list could go on. But there are negatives. I feel low. Like seriously low. Like I’m struggling to get to the next day low. I know I need some help. I just don’t know how. My GP won’t let me book an appointment until 8am in the morning and by the time I’ve got through they’re gone. How desperate and low do I have to be before they’ll listen? Luke’s on the case with me now though so hopefully some help is in reach (and he is just generally amazing and supportive every second of the day!) You know how they say once you’ve got a new car you see it everywhere? Well, yep the same thing. In the last 6 weeks I’ve seen pregnancy announcement after pregnancy announcement and new baby photos everywhere. I’m happ...