I don’t buy bottled water. Waste of money in my opinion. And plastic. Continue reading Buying Water Like A Fat Person
She’s always very frosty, this nurse. Hostile, no eye contact or small talk. Today I noticed her crucifix, dangling at her throat over the top of the rollneck of her fitted woolen dress. I tried not to stare at her skin. Continue reading So, Have You Had the Surgery?
They don’t actually use that phrase anymore. (I wonder why? You’d think it would be quite a motivating frightener.) Continue reading Obese, but not Morbidly
Three months since, having realised the NHS wait would be over two more years, after almost two years already in the system, I opted to pay for my surgery privately with money put aside for emergencies after my divorce. Continue reading Hell in a Handbasket
Someone posted in a bariatric support group. It’s a fairly long read, the message of which is: losing weight may not solve all your problems. D’oh! Continue reading Maybe, But I’d Still Like To Find Out
Turns out constipation is no joke. Continue reading Looking Possessed
It’s been a treat not to have to go to work for a while. I’d been looking forward to it so much, and imagined myself full of energy and getting things done. When it came to it I mostly sat in my favourite chair looking out at my garden. Continue reading Hi Ho, Hi Ho!