Pelvic congestion

It is official. Apparently I have ‘a lot of pelvic congestion’.

What a legacy.

The incubus has decided to burrow into my pelvis. The upshot of this is that I need to wee every hour, and every hour its about a teaspoon of relief. It also means that doing a poo requires the focus and mis-guided focus you apply to trying to squeeze icing out of a small hole you’ve cut in a bag to make all manner of amazing kids birthday cakes. I imagine my fecal matter feels about the same as that poor icing does. It also means. . .

Vulval varicose veins.

I believe I’m setting a new standard for this blog.