The Weekend Blog | I got my steroids!
11th Jun 2017
My last Weekend Blog post was titled “A tough couple of weeks“. I feel the need to extend this to “A tough month”.
Let me take you back to last week. I went back to work on the Tuesday, after being off on Bank Holiday Monday, and by lunch time I was back at home. I don’t know what happened. I felt so overwhelmed with sadness that I couldn’t stop crying at work. I wasn’t getting any work done in the mood I was in, so I ended up going home and taking the rest of the week off.
I felt dreadful. My mental health was a complete mess. I thought that taking those two days off when my Nan died would sort me out, but they didn’t. But I think the way I felt was more than just grief. 2017 has been such a weird year for me so far, and I’ve not really taken much time for myself to process what’s being going on.
I clearly need a holiday, but I’m just going to hang on until August when we go to New York. Life is about to get very hectic (all will be explained soon!) so I don’t have time to get away before New York. Maybe we can squeeze in a night away or something, but I certainly won’t be jetting off anywhere just yet.
So yes, anyway, I took the rest of last week off to look after myself, and then on Saturday Tyrone and I decided to go to the British Music Experience exhibition which is currently on at the Cunard Building in Liverpool. There’s a blog post all about it coming your way next week, so stay tuned for that, but I definitely recommend you pop along if you’re in Liverpool anytime.
On Sunday morning I drove back to Shropshire and on Monday I attended my Nan’s funeral. It was a pleasant service, and very personal. I drove back to Liverpool in the evening ready to head back to work the following day.
I was apprehensive about going back to work after having so much time off, but it wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. Everyone at work was so lovely and understanding. I can’t begin to explain just how grateful I am to have supportive people around me when my mental health isn’t at its best.
On Friday, I had another steroid injection into my hip; my first one in 13 months! I was getting a bit stressed out because I didn’t know who would be able to give me steroids after I moved to a different GP surgery when we moved to the Wirral. I found out that the doctor who was giving the injections at the surgery had left, but she was returning every now and then to give these injections, so I requested to be added to the waiting list.
I finally got offered an appointment but unfortunately it wasn’t convenient for me. Any other day would have been fine but the day they offered me was Monday; the day of my Nan’s funeral. They said they didn’t know when the next available appointment would be after than and I got pretty upset. I started to worry about whether or not I’d get my steroids before going to New York because, lets be honest, I’m going to be doing a lot of walking on that holiday, and I need all the strength I can get.
Anyway, they called me back on Monday and asked if I was available for Friday. Of course, it was a bit short notice, but I arranged to have my injection at lunch time on Friday so I could work from home in the afternoon. Again, I’m so grateful to work with such understanding people.
I was apprehensive about having a different doctor give me my injection this time around, but fortunately she was absolutely lovely. She listened to me when I explained how my previous doctor had injected the steroids, and chatted to me throughout the procedure to keep me calm. She must have noticed me squeezing the life out of pillow! Honestly, it was the most painful one yet, but no pain, no gain, am I right?!
I popped out to do some shopping this morning and my hip felt absolutely fine when walking, but it’s still a little bit tender to touch, and I still can’t lie on it. But fingers crossed it has worked because I really need something positive to happen in my life right now.
I hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend!