Tag: St George’s

My Life of Laxatives

One of the many things no one ever tells you about spending time in hospital is just how much interest everyone takes in your bodily functions.

I don’t know if the levels of scrutiny are the same for all patients (although I imagine so), but drawing on my own experiences, hospital staff really care a lot – like, a lot a lot – about whatever’s coming out of you.

Fortijuice
Fortijuice. *shudder*

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Get Thee to a Neurologist

This week, three things happened.

I went for the first run on the C25K programme, a gentle run-walk-run exercise covering 3.5k. A good start, as far as I was concerned, and something I will tell you about in more detail later.

I accepted and started a new job, a three-month contract working for a business-to-business start-up website. Yay!

I also received an email from a doctor.

My chuffed post-run face. This post is hard to illustrate.
My chuffed post-run face. This post is hard to illustrate.

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Rhabdo to Fabdo

Running a half marathon nearly killed me, and that’s only a little bit of hyperbole.

A year ago today I attempted the Hackney Half Marathon and, to cut a long story short, found myself first with heatstroke and then with rhabdomyolosis, or rhabdo.

Montage
#notwhatmontagemeans

Caused by muscle exhaustion and heat (in my case anyway), rhabdo leads to a breakdown in muscle tissue and causes the release of a protein, myoglobin, into the blood. This kind of toxin would usually be flushed out by the kidneys, but myoglobin cells are too big for that, and lead to the kidneys becoming clogged up and ultimately – to put it politely – broken.

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