This week has flown by and I’m in shock that it’s Friday. I’m still not used to being back in the UK: where is my afternoon pichet of wine? Where is all the cheese? Where is the golden retriever to fall asleep on my feet? How can I be expected to live in these wine-cheese-and-dogless conditions? Let’s crack on with my Friday Faves to cheer me up…
It’s Endometriosis Awareness Week which gives me an excuse to write the blog post I’ve been planning for ages but was a bit nervous to write.
Warning: if you’re particularly squeamish or react like a 14 year old boy to the word ‘period’ then this post probably isn’t for you. But you may want to consider reading it anyway if only to help you get over that unfortunate immaturity.
I wasn’t going to write a blog post about this. I have published personal stuff about my health on the blog before, but it’s always been beauty related (e.g. my rosacea updates). But this is something else. And it’s so personal and so hard to talk about that I didn’t think I was going to talk about it. But the past week has made me feel so angry, frustrated and helpless that I don’t know how else to deal with what is happening. I wanted to talk about my surgery and why I feel let down by my surgeon.