For the last five years my health has dictated holidays – breaks away abroad had been a thing of the past. Postcards and tales from family and friends seemed to be the closest we were getting to foreign lands. Anytime we thought about going away we hit stumbling blocks. Our general rule is usually stay in UK, go somewhere proven.
- do I feel up to going away
- fitting timings in with lanreotide injection every 21 days
- is it all really worth it
- takings unusual meds on the trip
- holiday insurance????
- the weight of my fortisip drinks
- carrying tubs of creams, factor 50 sun cream, etc
Im not the easiest person to be with at the best of time. The spontaneous hypoglycaemia attacks when you least expect it. Those who know me know I blether a load of rubbish at the best ofdden drop in blood sugar can turn me into a raving lunatic. This tends to make my hubby slightly nervous, after the episode of us in the centre of Edinburgh and I just sat down in a crowded street – I could go no further and needed some supplies. I’m sure Steve says in his sleep – “eat something” or “here is ….. Get it down you”. By the way this happens very often. I get grumpier than normal when my tummy aches. one of the biggest challenges is the thought of leaving home and not knowing where the nearest bathroom is. We have all had diahrea or loose movements at some time – but when this is an everyday occurrence a great deal of thought goes into leaving the security of your home and the comfort of ones own loo.
This is my 49th year on earth and have been married to Steve for 29 of them. I want to do cheery happy things with my hubby. Sitting one evening I thought I’ve had enough of pussy footing around. I want us to go on a holiday abroad – go somewhere no-one knows us, take in sights and most importantly spend quality time together. So we struck while the iron was hot and booked 7 days in Ibiza. Was this too ambitious – a sunny island and me being photosensitive. Get a grip woman I said to myself – put on plenty of your cream snd smother the factor 50 on.
The month before we were booked to go I was in hospital with pneumonia. The thought of the trip we had planned together gave me strength and stamina to push myself. Every breath, step was an effort. Combination of IV antibiotics, steroids and sheer want to go helped me on the right road.
We got to Ibiza last week and spent 7 days there. It wasn’t always problem free but having my soulmate with me made everything easier.
- was it worth it? – most definitely YES
- it wasn’t always easy
- some of the hilly streets were a tad ambitious & challenging
- was I tired? – exhausted – still am
- would we go back – in a heartbeat
4 replies to “Worth breaking the rules”
I enjoyed reading your blog biff
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I’m happy you liked reading the blog Brian. Hopefully if it gets read and shared it will help raise awareness 🙂
Suggestion: check out the autoimmune protocol (just google it). Good luck to you; nice read.
Many thanks for your comment and grateful to the suggestion. You take care too 🙂