So, who am I? Im a 24 (almost) year old Maths and English Student who is honoured to call herself a Christian and goes to an amazing church called the Salvation Army. I have amazing christian and non christian friends who I love dearly and really wouldn't be here if it wasn't for them.
Now, this first post is just to get all my cards out on the table. Mainly to allow me to have an outlet to get things off my chest and to give a background about me, my illness and my christian life.
I posted the following on my Bebo blog, not sure how people took it to be honest, a couple of people commented but no one else has said anything yet lol so here goes with the first post. Enjoy
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Firstly, if you already know this, then dont bother reading it, you already know everything Im gonna say anyways so
Secondly, Im not doing this to be melodramatic, I just feel lately that I've been mentioning it alot to folks and I get blank stares back and it cracks me up, in a funny way so I figured I'd tell you all at the same time.
Also, it kinda explains why I have never drunk alcohol before. If it wasn't for me being ill, Im sure I probably would drink despite being in the Army and the rules and regulations stating that "I must not drink alcohol, smoke, take drugs or harm my body in any way." or something to that effect.
Anyways, onto my rant hehe
23/2/1984, I was born. Queen Mothers hospital, Glasgow. As you know by now, nothing is ever simple for me, this was evident even right from birth. Trust me to be born with my head between my legs. Trouble was, my legs were the wrong way round too, they had been dislocated whilst still in my mother and I had managed to fold myself in half too. They operated on my legs a few times to fix them and after four years of being in plaster, I could finally walk.
Age 7:
I had just got home from an appointment at the Renal Unit in Yorkhill for one of my check ups, everything was going well until the phone rang. The Renal Unit wanted me back up to the hospital right away because my kidney's were far to small and had stopped working.
I was immediately put on Dialysis and stayed in hospital for a while. I missed out on nearly all of primary school due to hospital visits, appointments and infections that made me worse, thankfully all of them were fixable.
Age 11: It was a hot May 5th 1995 and the hospital had called twice already that year but this time they were sure they had a transplant.
I had a new kidney and I was starting High School, I thought it was the best year of my life.
High School came and went with relatively little happening, still had hospital appointments and stuff but that was just because they missed my sparkling personality and witty banter.
Jumping forward to the end of 2002, I started to get ill again. At first we thought it was just because the Western had decided that the kidney wasn't working as well as they wanted, so they poked and prodded the poor thing and my blood levels were reflecting that but by summer 03 It had definitely had enough and packed in. I don't blame it really, it had a good run of nearly 9 years so it was due to do something exciting.
More treatment followed and on 23rd February 04, yes, thats right, my Birthday, I was put back on Dialysis again and had my kidney removed. Oh, I really should say at this point that I only had one kidney, they had taken my original ones out when I was 9 lol
I lost alot of weight again, at my lightest I was just under 8 stone and between an 8 and a 10 in dress size, which I loved at the time but now realise I was extremely under weight and not healthy at all.
Spring and summer went by relatively quiet, although the hospital did want to put me on Hemo Dialysis which I refused to do because I knew that was the last straw and I wasn't ready for that yet.
Christmas 2004:
This is where my personal/reflective essay for english comes in handy. Everything that happened over Christmas that year is in that lol
I had come home from helping out my dad with his school christmas carol service at Paisley Abby and had gone to bed. Next thing I knew, my dad had come into my room and told me that the hospital had called. I thought they were gonna do some more poking and prodding, as they had gotten into the habit of doing by now, but he said they had a transplant for me haha
So there I go, up to the hospital expecting to be sent straight back home again as had happened so many times before but it didn't happen. I actually got my transplant. December 23rd 2004 @ 6am.
Everything has been perfect since then. My hospital appointments are now up to 6 weeks apart and my blood levels look like any other normal, healthy person believe it or not and I haven't been in hospital since.
As I said before, dont take this as me being melodramatic, I just wanted to get it off my chest and out in the open. Lots of people don't know me that well, especially those who I just met since August, which is quite alot actually lol so this is really for them, to explain why I do or don't do certain things and why I look like hell sometimes too haha!
comments and questions are appreciated thanks
peas
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Welcome to the Blogspot world matey!
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