Woe is me.

4 weeks of HS misery.

My old LiveJournal became a tracker for my HS flares throughout the years I used it.  Last entry about it was the 18th September 2014, detailing a trip to A&E for an incision and drainage,  I remember it well as I started laughing hysterically when the scalpel pierced the skin, leaving the attending doctor somewhat bemused by my reaction.  I still don’t know myself why I reacted that way; I reckon it must have been some kind of a danger response or maybe a fit of mania brought on by the relief from the release of pressure after weeks trying to quietly endure it.  Much of that time passed me by in a haze, all 160 recorded weeks of it.  That’s just over 3 years of near constant anguishing pain detailed on those pages of my old journal.  Not that I’m melodramatic or anything!  There was another trip to A&E following that, at the beginning of December that year, it was that day that would be the last time I spoke to Higgy,  apologising that I could not come and see him due to the infection in my arm.  He was gone 2 weeks later.

I’m grateful that I’ve had a couple of years of remission, it hasn’t quite beaten my record of 4 years symptom free but it’s still a decently long period of respite.  I’m hoping this relapse doesn’t continue on as long as the last time. I’m miserable, I’m sore, I’m tired and I’m cranky as hell.   Cannot be doing with this right now.

Sad panda.


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