… and so much has happened.

I’ve closed down my snapchat because I want to solely post here but it’s been like a week I think and this is my first post in ages..

And as much as I want to write to myself here or make a video, I still have to do my online shopping. Turns out I really enjoy click and collect. But might see if delivery available as I’m not feeling well and don’t want to go out.

I had a covid test on Monday since I had an in person doctor appointment on Tuesday and knew I couldn’t go without getting tested given how I’ve been feeling. It was negative thankfully.

Last week when seeing my doctor I also made an appointment to get my implanon removed and replaced with a new one. My doctor doesn’t do the procedure so I had to see someone else. She struggled to get the old one out even though it was close to the skin (I’ve had to go to hospital before to have them removed as they can get stuck in your muscles 😬 still totally worth it in my opinion 😅) anyway she gets it out and puts it the new one. I was watching the whole thing since I always watch any procedure done on myself. Other peoples blood etc grosses me out but I’m just fascinated when it comes to myself 🤣 so first thing she says is. . “That went it deeper than I would have liked”.. i asked if it was ok and she checked it was it place and then got me to check. She put strips on it instead of stitches and then a crete bandage.

My arm looks fucked. I’ll attach some pictures. My arm combined with not feeling well had my friend really concerned and she made me call the nurse on call on Monday night. Had spoken to my doctor earlier in the evening and I had sent her photos of my arm. She said it looked like it needed to come out. This was over the phone.

Thankfully I got the negative result first thing Tuesday morning so was able to go. My doctor ended up getting the doctor who had put it in to check it. She said bruising is normal. She can feel the rod in place and the symptoms I’m describing are more in tune with a viral infection 🤧

Everything hurts. It’s 7:36pm and I’m in the dark in bed, Friends on my tv while I write this. I honestly feel like I’m going to pass out as soon as I hit publish. But i really need to do grocery shopping.