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About last night…

In around thirteen hours, I’ll be heading off to hospital. It might be earlier, if things get worse, but I hope not.

Really, I should be in St Thomas’ A&E now, but there won’t a doctor there who will know what to do with me, and I really don’t want to spend another night in the Clinical Decisions unit. One night, three years ago, with an elderly man snoring louder than I thought was possible, and a heroin addict throwing tables around because he wanted Methadone, Dad awkwardly asleep in an upright chair, Mum curled up like a cat at the end of my trolley. No, not again.

So in about eight and a half hours, Mum will call the specialist nurse and tell her I need to be admitted. She will start the arduous task of securing a bed for me to collapse on to, and the Specialist Registrar of my Dermatologist will ask Microbiology which antibiotic needs to be pumped into my bloodstream, to force the infection out. I’ll be begging them for every pain killer I can have.

I feel like a failure. I’ve always had a sky high pain threshold, eschewing pain relief in favour of distracting myself. Music and a good book are my preferred methods. But I have never known pain like this, and even my strong opiate pain killers aren’t really helping. The fact that I’ve cried with the pain has been my parents’ indication of how much pain I’m in.

My right foot has myriad ulcerated wounds on it, and some are on areas that were already severely nerve-damaged. Imagine how an ulcer on your tongue feels… Now imagine that ulcer is four inches long… And it has siblings, all over you tongue, cheeks, roof of your mouth and gums… Now imagine someone is pouring vinegar over them, and they are so deep you can sink your teeth right into them. You’re getting close to how this foot feels.

On top of that, my Bipolar Disorder has reared it’s head. It didn’t occur to me last week, when I was a cheery and getting lots and lots done, that I was in a manic phase. I just wanted to think I was happy. Well, I obviously wasn’t, because the Black Dog has its paws wrapped around me in a vice like grip. I was managing to tell it to shush and be a good doggy when I was with people, or chatting on line, but tonight it broke free.

To be clear, I don’t think I’m unlucky, or that I have an awful life. I am so grateful for everyone I have who, for whatever reason, love or like me. I have a home, food, clothes, luxuries like the Internet and my iPad. I have healthcare, and some health. I could have a far worse disability or illness. I do thank my lucky stars, for all the good things I have, and all the bad things I don’t. So what I said wasn’t for my benefit…

I sent a tweet in which I said I thought I should let the infection take over, finish me off, and then my lovely, wonderful parents could have their freedom. And I meant it. It wasn’t a cry for attention or help, it wasn’t that I wanted my ego massaged and to be told how great I am, it was, is, what I felt/feel is best. My mum was sat in front of me, still wading through my dressing change, and I wanted better for her. I wanted her not to have to worry, not to sleep on mattresses by my hospital bed. I wanted she and my dad to go to bed at the same time, to travel and have fun together. Without a bandaged burden to consider.

But, for some reason, they won’t let me go. And I can’t go without their help.

So you’re all stuck with me for now.

I wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone who sent kind and concerned tweets, who offered support and prayers (I might be a non-believer, but I do appreciate people taking the time and having hearts open enough to pray for me. I’m sending love and good wishes back to you). And though I don’t believe any of the nice things you said, and probably never will all the time I’m a Bipolar Bear, I feel incredibly lucky to have made such fabulous friends via Twitter.

I hope you all know how lovely your hearts and souls are.

With love and thanks
M xxxx

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Superb Supporters!

Since One Month Before Heartbreak posted the link to my blog, early on Sunday morning, I have been astounded by the huge amount of support people have shown. There already existed a great deal of solidarity within the disabled community, but the past two days have shown me that there is a lot of concern in the general public at the injustices being inflicted on disabled people.

Comments on the blog, Twitter and Facebook have all suggested that the government and the right-wing media aren’t hoodwinking people as effectively as they had hoped; our stories are being read, believed without accusations and scepticism, and are resulting in outrage at how disabled people are being treated. That is the way change happens, and that is how battles are won. As Benjamin Franklin rightly said…

“Justice will not be served until those who are unaffected are as outraged as those who are.”

To all of you who have read, commented, shared and supported my story and others, you are helping us on our journey to justice. You are helping those who do not have a voice to still be heard, and to be given the rights they deserve in life.

I cannot express how wonderful your support is, and how much it is appreciated. All I can do is thank you, from the bottom of my heart, and ask if you might continue to stand alongside us. The more voices that call out the same message, the harder it will be for the government to ignore it.

With much love and gratitude,

Mel xx

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