I’ve always had problems with my stomach due to polycystic ovaries but today hit an all new level and it kind of scared me too. I woke up with what could only be described as stomach cramps but all over my stomach and lower abdomen and feeling bloated. Thinking ‘oh no here goes’ I make my way into work. As I sit there the pains increase and I last two hours before wanting to go home. However, whilst asking to go home I come over a little bit faint and get the cold clammy sweats. As I try to pack my stuff up I get pins and needles that race up both arms and down into my hands, also my face tingles but just above my lips. Apparently I went extremely pale too, this passes in 5 minutes and I’m free to head home. Fuck you bowel as I could have done without this today.
To the left we have some new purchases from the lovely wanderlust jewellery and to the right we have my collection of purchases to date. Such good quality items (www.wanderlustjewellery.bigcartel.com)
Cannot fucking believe that I have just gone downstairs at 6:15am and there are 7 20-22 year olds and my brother all sat in my living room. Fuck sake mun! Just because my parents are awake doesn’t mean he can take the fucking piss. Should have seen the looks I just had because I came downstairs, don’t think they expected that. I’m pretty tampin to say the least and he can jog the fuck on if he thinks this will happen all weekend and for the rest of next week til my parents come home.
Feel like absolute shit, cold and stomach is in agony. Therefore treated myself to some lovely roses and what looks like some cool purple flowers.
A couple of days in Spain, lurvly!
From sending off this concept of a design I had put together to the final master piece courtesy of my fantastic tattooist Nipper @ Bridgend Tattoo Studio.
Absolutely chuffed with it. Most people are taken back by how large it is but I love it as it’s my last one for a very long time.