Righty. Im being referred to the fat bastard clinic at the Royal. Seriously. It transpires I might be in the same class as the 28 STONE lassie at my work. Lets look at those numbers again folks. 28 STONES, thats 2 of me. Thats a lot of me. Not being funny, but fuxake, Im not that bad. Yet.
Im also being referred to a PCOS specialist at the Southern. Which I'm pleased about at perhaps, maybe finally someone with a view to better treatment and management might be helpful as opposed to just trying to constantly put me on the pill.
Not that it matters anyway, I genuinely don't care anymore, it doesn't make a whole lot of difference anyway. Fat and hormonally imbalanced or thin and hormonally imbalanced. Matters fuck all either way and I say that with an air of acceptance and not one of despair. I am now at the acceptance and hope stage of grieving for the old me, and that's cool. Honestly. It'll come right in the end.
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