Bullshit, Lies And The NHS

Since the beginning of the year I have been posting on and off about the choice John and I made not to have any more children. After a really traumatic pregnancy and birth, we decided that the risk of me getting pregnant again is not worth going through what I did last time. Earlier in the year we made the decision for me to go ahead with a sterilisation and after months and months of waiting for an appointment, I finally got booked in last month. Last Wednesday I received a letter from the hospital cancelling that appointment. Upset is

Sterilisation: The Date Is Set

It has been months now since I first went to the doctor to talk about being sterilised. I got told that I would be added to a waiting list but at the time, wasn’t told much more than that. When the letter finally came through from the hospital to let me know I was actually on that waiting list, I didn’t have any hopes that the procedure would be done any time soon. I actually thought I would have a few more appointments at the hospital before anything was done because that is what my doctor told me. However, not

Improving Motivation With A Lumie Desklamp

My office is in a really dark and dingy corner of the house. We have a big 24ft living room/ dining room with a bit extra added on to the side, making it an L shape. The L bit used to be a different room at some point but there is no light fitting. When the sun sets and it’s dark outside I am left working either looking at our garden or the curtains, neither of which give me extra light! I work from home full time now and I generally don’t sit down to work until 7pm after Erin has