My good friend Becci is probably one of the strongest people I know, outwardly she’s always been super confident, kick ass and totally up for anything. I love her because she’s brilliantly funny, quick witted and doesn’t live life in the slow lane.
But until recently I didn’t realise the daily struggle she’s experiencing in dealing with the constant pain of an ongoing back injury. Long term pain is something a lot of people live with, but the toll it takes on your body and your mind is a real concern and speaking to her recently I felt her story should be shared. I’m sure she’s not alone!
Becci is the first guest writer for Inside the Oyster, and I hope to incorporate many more experiences, stories and insights from my lovely pool of talented and amazing friends and family.
This is her story…in her own words
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Hopefully I’m not the only one who gets scared about the uncertainty of life sometimes, if I am then this will mostly be a self-help guide. However, my instinct tells me that actually a lot of us are scared a lot of the time.
As a (late) 20 something, these are just some of the fears I have floating about in my head on any given day…
Continue reading “The 21st Century phobia you didn’t even know you had…”
For me and I expect for most people with UC, each morning brings a series of firsts and the nervousness that comes with them.
Let me explain:
- The first poo or loo visit – Will it hurt? Will there be blood?
- The first few hours of the morning – Will there be cramps? Or bloating? Or urgency?
- The first meals of the day – Will there be cramps? Pain or sickness and anxiety?
Not the ‘leap out of bed and sing to the birds through the window’ style of morning which I’m sure we’d all love, but none the less – a day without any of those signals is as good as any.
Continue reading “UC and Tequila Slammers”
Me and my boyfriend often joke that he had a deprived childhood because he never went to a CenterParcs, whereas – according to my mum, I went there even before I was born, as part of my parent’s last break before my arrival.
Skip forward 20 years, and I’d pretty much wiped CentreParks from my memory. I knew we’d been a few times when I was very small, and I remembered trees, bike rides with my dad and a pretty decent kids pool…but most of it was hazy.
Continue reading “Reliving my childhood at CenterParcs”