Enough
You know those blog posts you read that give you all the answers and a bit of TMI? This is that post.
Fifty-Two years with an AVM (Arterial Venus Malformation)
Migraines.
Disc bulge surgery.
Carpel tunnel surgery.
Hernia surgery.
Lost half my eyesight.
Endo diagnosis.
Hot fucking flushes.
And a UTI.
Have I not suffered enough? Which do you think is on my one last nerve? It’s ironically not the hot flushes, although.
TMI
There are many times when discussing having a disability that in my last relationship, a relationship I started after my diagnosis and had no idea what life would bring, but before my actual treatment and disability, I had moments I had to suggest to him (he that is not part of my life anymore) where I may have disclosed a little too much to him and he couldn’t cope.
So, humorously I had suggested if I told him a little too much at times, we could have a ‘safe-word’, so he could quickly and politely let me know to stop talking.
I’ll say, he never used, said safe word, but as it already mentioned “no longer part of my life”. So, humorously our safe word was “Sprinkles”.
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