A Month of Madness

Almost a month later and I'M BACK (to those who actually read my blog).
As the title suggests it's been a fairly peculiar month and I certainly wasn't expecting it to pan out as it has done.
On the 21st June I went along with my brother, to Castleford's Xscape to sample the finest indoor ski slopes of the SnowDome! It's a wonderful place that encapsulates the atmosphere and vibrancy of the Alps or any resort, rather well. I adore Skiing for many reasons, the adrenaline that is dumped into your bloodstream, the speed, the worry and the scenery along with the shear fun of hurtling down a mountain at near 20mph. The latter point is something that I experience near daily, but on skis with BRIGHT RED salopettes, it's a tad more fun. Having gotten some great skiing in and some AIRTIME :D, it was certainly a great day!

On the 22nd June I was back in hospital. I am now under the illusion this seems to be an annual thing for me residing in a place where life is at its most bizarre. I'm tempted to book the end of July off from work and other activities in fear that I might be double booked for when the time arises.
After being admitted from A&E with worrying symptoms and worrisome blood samples, I was transferred into a hospital ward. Frequented by alcoholics, drug users, geriatrics and the occasional bumbling junior doctor, this was a rather boring and upsetting 24hrs. Being woken up at 3am by a clipboard wielding Austrailian doctor never really puts me in the greatest mood, with news that I might have either a viral infection or a few different types of cancer, this wasn't really what I needed at the time.
Either way it wasn't great news.
But after 9 days of being medically assaulted with scans (X-RAY(x6),US(x3), CT(x1) and MRI(0.5 - This is because I broke the scanner halfway through the scan and I had to crawl out in the dark)) and having had 18 bloods taken, I was getting annoyed with no diagnosis being reached. However though finally a decision was reached, fortunately not cancer! GET IN!

Just over 2 weeks later I'm back home and slowly recovering. I've already been back out on my bike and loved every second of it. My Mum saying to me beforehand not to 'sprint' or 'get out of the saddle' on my ride. What do I do? Sprint up the hills, race cars and attempt to set off that pesky speed camera I have yet caught the attention of. Sadly I wasn't able to be added to the latest figures of speeding road users.

It's been an orgy of emotions and I can honestly say it's been fucking awful, but I'm back and on the other side and stronger because of it. I have my family and friends to thank for that and I'm incredibly lucky to have them supporting me. Thanks guys!!