Category: Diary

  • Me? On a podcast? Yeah, I did that.

    One of my favourite podcasts which I listen to fairly regularly is the Good Girl Confessional, hosted by Sandy of WB40.com

    I actually got to sit down with Sandy and have a chat about my experiences with Essure and …

  • It’s October 2022… WHUT?!

    Hi.

    It’s… ah… been a while, yeah?

    My last entry on this thing was just five months before COVID decided to make the world burn. In that time I managed to get myself overseas (Europe, thank you very much) for …

  • Where she go?

    I’m still alive, don’t worry.

    Been meaning to update this here blog but WordPress has become a steaming pile of shit with it’s new disaster of a “block” editor and I haven’t had the desire to deal with it.

    Just …

  • The Mother of All Updates… Maybe. Kinda.

    I’ve forgotten how to blog. I can write comments on everyone else’s blogs, but I’ve forgotten how to write. But here we go. An update, of sorts, for anyone who might maybe stumble into Renlish land again. I keep intending …

  • Working on it!

    Bear with me!…

  • Diary of a Hysterectomy – The Hospital

    Day 0. “Eviction Day”

    I’m a wreck. No other way to put it. The enormity of what’s happened over the past 18 months (marriage separation and uprooting my life, illness, the death of my aunt, etc), and now this has …

  • Essure update. AKA “Now I need a hysterectomy to fix this shit!”

    I figured it was about time to update the situation with my Essure implants now that they’ve been in for a few months. Nothing has improved and as you can see from the title of this post, I am having …

  • Essure Implants – A Testimonial

    Warning – This post talks about female reproductive organs and contraception. If you don’t like reading about that stuff, go away.

    I’m taking the opportunity to write about my experience with the (somewhat infamous) Essure implants.

    If you’ve …

  • Changes. Well, more changes.

    So, long time no blog.

    Things change. How many times have I admitted that to myself this year?

    It’s been an up-and-down few months.

    I finally walked out of my marriage, a little tenderised but mostly unscathed. I can pretty …

  • No I won’t “suck it up”.

    You see me whine on Facebook about being sore and tired. You sit there and smile knowingly or roll your eyes because you’re a gym-goer too. Or a runner. Or a crossfitter. Or an otherwise Tough Mudderfucker, but you’re not …