the way to a woman’s heart is through football jerseys and tickets and whoever’s telling you otherwise is lying
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So in the middle of January I started getting severe abdominal pain. It was so bad that I was missing days off at work and I couldn’t walk properly or stand straight. It got worse and I didn’t even leave my bed. Bright lights from things like the television were excruciatingly painful and I was constantly really really groggy with a fever.
My doctor prescribed different painkillers from cocodamol to tramadol and on the second day of taking tramadol, I had a funny turn at work. My face dropped in colour, my temperature went through the roof and I was shaking and almost fainting. My mum rushed me to A&E that evening and after waiting 4 hours the doctor told me that he believed it was all psychological. As if I was making myself hurt and torturing myself.
That weekend I was due to go to Liverpool to see Paige, however, I got to Leeds train station and broke down in pain and in tears and waited for my dad to collect me. The following Monday saw my mum get so concerned by my condition that she took me up to my local surgery, upon which my doctor referred me straight to the womens ward at my local hospital. I was shaking, sweating, convulsing, pale, agitated..
They admitted me straight away and within 24 hours I was rushed to theater, before put onto a life support machine for 3 days. I had a IV drip fitted into an artery in my neck, another fitted into my arm and foot and I wasn’t allowed to even drink water. I started to hallucinate, seeing hairs all over the walls and seeing really gothic figures all around the room. I was fed through a tube, had two tubes in my nose and a cannula in my nose so I could breathe.
After a few days of being in the ICU, I was then moved to the gynecology ward where the nurses started to take care of me. I still wasn’t mentally right though, and I didn’t even know what day it was. I was in the Bradford Royal Infirmary but was 100% sure I was in Leeds General Infirmary. I kept seeing more gothic like figures sleeping over people, and even remember seeing the skinniest girl I’d ever seen, with white blonde hair and the darkest eye make up I’d ever seen. I kept seeing my sister at the end of my bed and kept imagining my cats under the curtains.
I then spent another week+ on the gynecology ward where I found out, and could understand, finally what happened and why I was there.
I had a cyst on my ovary that had burst and a tubo-ovarian abscess had started to grow as a repercussion causing me to go into septic shock. I’ve had half of one of my ovaries removed, which now renders it useless but I can still have kids if I wish as the other ovary will work just as hard.
I’ve had over 100 needles in my body in 2 and a half weeks, for blood tests, drips etc. I’ve had a blood transfusion, 3 CT scans (one whilst I had a tube fitted to my lower abdomen to drain a blood clot! Horrific!), 4 chest x-rays, 2 ultra-sounds, a tube to drain my stomach, a catheter, a blood bag…
Honestly it’s endless. The past 6 weeks have been the most horrific 6 weeks of my life and I’d never wish what I went through on anyone. I’m home now and have been for 2 days and even though I’m taking nearly 25 tablets a day to fight this, there is a risk I could relapse and end up back in the hospital.
Two students, James and John were given a grammar test by their teacher. The question was, “is it better to use “had” or “had had” in this example sentence?”
The teacher collected the tests, and looked over their answers.
James, while John had had “had”, had had “had had.” “Had had” had had a better effect on the teacher.
welcome to the english language
that made me throw up in my mouth
Please Be Mine truly has to be one of the best Jonas Brothers songs.
I can’t ever listen to it without getting shivers.
I am doing this because someone didn’t know what she did before Frozen
look at that
bask in the glory