Adjusting

adjustverb UK​ /(MAKE CHANGES)​: to change something slightly, especially to make it more correct, effective, or suitable: e.g.”If the chair is too high you can adjust it to suit you.” I’ve been practicing the art of adjustment lately as part of my ongoing efforts to adapt to the ‘new normal’ I’m presented with. I’m trying to adjust to the fact that I’m doing ‘alright for Liv’ rather thanContinue reading “Adjusting”

Now it’s the vocal cords

“On the first day of Christmas my body gave to meeeeee… One floppy windpipe… Two misbehaving vocal cords…  Zero gold rings, some tricky severe asthma and a trip to see Speech and Language Therapyyyyy.” Most people slide in to December defrosting their car and making their way through an advent calendar. Don’t get me wrong,Continue reading “Now it’s the vocal cords”

Shouting in to the Google void

When I got the diagnosis of subglottic tracheomalacia. I sat there bleary-eyed and not really able to take stuff in. I’d just had a bronchoscopy which involves shoving a thin flexible tube (about the width of one of your finest HB pencils) up your nose and down in to the back of your throat. ThisContinue reading “Shouting in to the Google void”

It’s okay to be unwell

Posting this after another reminder from my extremely supportive partner that I need to stop fighting my own body and let myself be poorly (said in a lovely Teesside accent). Allowing myself to stop and let my body take control is one of the biggest learning curves I’ve struggled with. The reality is that chronicContinue reading “It’s okay to be unwell”

Out of Order

I finally returned to work last week after an almost laughable streak of bad luck that will probably fill another blog post worth of content – promise I’ll treat you to the juicy details at another point.  Tuesday 6 November was the day I plucked up the courage to challenge my body with work. Yeah,Continue reading “Out of Order”

I’m 28 years old and my Dad blow-dried my hair today

I’m not talking about a professional curly blow that left my locks all glossy and bouncy, nor am I talking about a sleek straight blow dry finish. I’m talking about a messy but functional blow dry from a man who loves me dearly but who doesn’t believe in the power of using a nozzle toContinue reading “I’m 28 years old and my Dad blow-dried my hair today”

It’s a bit like the Truman Show

Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been feeling very much like a bewildered Jim Carrey when he finds out that his life is actually a reality TV show. To illustrate this more accurately, I’ll describe some of the details of what has happened including the ‘juicy bit’ which includes a lovely hospital stay. TheContinue reading “It’s a bit like the Truman Show”

It’s just not working

I’ve always distantly appreciated The Verve. As a band, they’ve got some pretty powerful songs that have a nice familiarity to them whenever I hear them. I particularly like ‘Bitter Sweet Symphony’ on long car journeys through dramatic scenery, makes me feel all invincible. Anyway, one of their other hits ‘Drugs Don’t Work’ has beenContinue reading “It’s just not working”

Paranoid or prepared?

September is ‘Back2School’ time of year. It’s when social media floods with photos of children in over-sized school uniforms they’ll probably never grow in to. It’s when Clarks turns in to school shoe war-zone and it’s the month you see more cars on the motorway that are full to bursting with IKEA’s finest selection ofContinue reading “Paranoid or prepared?”

Everyone loves being listened to

Me included! Last week I had my first hospital trip of the season although unlike the football, I was hoping to delay kick off until at least September. It was the first visit (not counting my outpatient season ticket) since my tracheomalacia diagnosis so it felt a bit like a pre-season friendly to test outContinue reading “Everyone loves being listened to”