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Bubbling, hormonal, stuck zombie.

Hello all my loveleis. I hope you’re all well and having a good Saturday.

You may have noticed I’ve changed my blog page. (Y) I fancied changing it up a little.

Well today I’m sorry to say I want to have a little moan and rant on. I’ve hardly slept the past few nights because of my Fibromyalgia and I feel like a zombie. Since being diagnosed, my life had got worse and worse and worse. Not only did I have to rip out my entire bathroom as I got stuck in the bath (a few of you will remember this). I have also had to give up little sweet pleasures in life. I am now lactose and gluten intolerant. Apparently this is linked to Fibro. So I can’t have bread, cake, pasta, biscuits nothing! Unless I fork out a pretty penny for free from food.

My down fall is afternoon tea. I absolutely love afternoon tea.It’s my favorite thing to do with friends and family so much so, for my wedding we may be having afternoon tea (Mine being lactose and gluten free however). Its a lovely way to meet up with friends or nice afternoon with family members. I love how you can try different sandwiches and cakes while sipping on lovely British tea. So to explain why I’m so devastated by this. I went out on Thursday for afternoon tea with some old work friends. I knew fine well that I would suffer later on for eating all the cakes so I have no one to blame but myself. However I didn’t really how much I would suffer. I was hit with it like a ton of bricks!  I normally just bloat and have a stitch like pain in the right top of my stomach. This time you would think I was 7 months pregnant, I was feeling dizzy, kept thinking I was going to be sick and I just didn’t want to eat anything. Every time I layed down I had to jump up as it made me feel worse.

So for the past couple of days I’ve rolled around in pain, had lack of sleep and lack of food. It sucks big time! Not to mention all the pain I’ve been in with my joints and muscles. I hate having Fibromyalgia.  There’s never an escape. Pain killers don’t always work. You can’t do something to take your mind off it all and not everyone understands you may be a bubbling, hormonal, stuck zombie. I think I’m slowly going to become insane due to lack of sleep.

I’m sorry this has been so bleh!





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