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I ended up being taken into hospital by ambulance

Oh my life. It seems somewhat ironic that on the day I was about to finish off my latest blog on being on the other side of an emergency, that I ended up being taken into hospital by ambulance with severe chest pain. It was odd because yesterday the tightness in my chest following a

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A Ridiculous Blog on a Ridiculous Week

So if I were to say that in the space of one week, the Taylor-Bearman’s had been to A&E three times, once via ambulance with an internal bleed, once for a potential secondary bleed and the other time a doctor rang and said to get to a&e for urgent blood screening on the same day

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Do People Know What I mean When I Say “I’m in Pain”?

After writing this blog post on my phone nearly three weeks ago, I ended up having to scrap it because my brain was so fogged that I couldn’t think… Or move… Or breathe without being in immense suffering. I had just got the news that a much- awaited consultant appointment with rheumatology had been cancelled.

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I am Disabled and I Still Matter

I’m used to living a very restricted life and even I’m struggling to manage. Before the pandemic hit us, I had started to venture outside more often and had managed to go in a shop. As you’ll see in my latest book, I didn’t even enter a shop for YEARS… I literally didn’t go into

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As Reality Hits Home

I’ve been a bit quiet with my blogging, and it’s not because I don’t have a lot to say, in fact it is the complete opposite. I feel completely overwhelmed with the situation, at a loss of where to start and what to say first. The situation of this pandemic has hit us all hard.

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Dear Bug… My Housing Situation

When I moved back into my family home after four years of being hospitalised, I could think of nothing better than just returning. I was nineteen years old, I had been absent from our family home since I was fifteen. Just being able to be back there sounded like everything I wanted and more. It

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Dear Bug… What a Difference Six Months Makes

It has now been six months since Felicity came into the world, and what a difference those months have made to my life. It’s been challenging, difficult and rewarding all at the same time. I spent the whole of my pregnancy panicking about how I was going to cope with a baby. I had always

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