After my return to London a couple weeks ago, things haven’t been the greatest.. But it has nothing to do with my personal or works lives, but more about my health.
I twisted my ankle two weeks ago, only to be misdiagnosed at the hospital with a mild sprain when it was actually a mild fracture.
Basically, I’d gone to visit a nearby friend the Sunday after I returned from Canada, and when I was leaving that evening I was too busy checking my mobile for the bus times to pay attention to where I was walking.
I came down the front steps to take the path to the street, only to step off the path right into the edge of the garden, with my ankle twisting inwards. My own stupidity really.. but damn that hurt!! OUCH!!!!
Initially, it didn’t feel like anything was wrong, so off I went as planned thinking the most I’d have would be a slight tenderness the next day or so. Unfortunately that turned out to be an understatement.
I spent the next couple of days trying to take it easy on my foot when possible, keeping it popped up on the sofa and in bed, and using an anti-inflammatory gel along with the usual over the counter pain medications. But by the time I left work on Tuesday evening, I could barely walk.
My foot had swollen up a bit, the inside of my ankle was bruised, and walking felt like someone had driven a hot poker inside my bones. Not a fun feeling to put it mildly.
So come Wednesday morning, I called in sick to work (something I hadn’t done in well over a year..) so I could go to the hospital’s A&E (emergency room) to see a doctor.
I’d already expected that I wouldn’t be seen that quickly, as it wasn’t anything urgent like an obviously broken bone or something bloody, so I made sure to take my Kindle with me so I had something to read and pass the time. And it’s a good thing I did too, as I was there for about 3 hours.
After getting x-rays done on my foot, the doctor I spoke to said it didn’t look like anything was broken, but was instead just a mild sprain.. which was a relief, as the last thing I needed was to be on crutches or having to get a plaster cast on my foot.
So off I went with advice on how to treat a sprain.. most of which I was already doing, so I was hopeful that I’d be able to walk fairly normally within a few days to a week. That’s doable and fairly realistic I thought.
Only to receive a letter from the hospital’s radiology department stating they’d reviewed my x-rays, and I needed to re-attend to the A&E asap as they’ve determined I actually have a minor fracture (medial malleolus) in my ankle.
Yeah.. I wasn’t impressed. That basically meant I’d been misdiagnosed, and according to the results I found on Google, I might have to get a plaster cast or possibly even surgery… and I really couldn’t afford a couple weeks off work to recover from ankle surgery.
So off to A&E I went once more, only to be seen by a nurse practitioner instead of a specialist (as suggested in the letter) and then referred to the ‘fracture clinic’ for further investigation… which, of course, was being held on Sunday morning. At 9am.😦
Definitely even less impressed at this point, as I was going to a Halloween party that night, and was looking forward to nursing my hangover in bed the next morning.. not traipsing to the hospital once more.
And get this.. after all THAT malarkey and worrying on my part, it turned out it was such a minor fracture that the only treatment for it was exactly what I was already doing!!! Which was why it had been getting better already, without splints, casts or any such stuff.
Now here’s hoping that it doesn’t take too long for my ankle to get back to normal. The pain fluctuates daily, with some days being worse than others depending on what I’ve been doing.
Fingers crossed it’s sooner rather than later.
Sorry I’ve been so quiet lately.. again!!
Life has been a bit busy lately, between work and a whole bunch on different little things popping up.. including watching a mate’s cat while he was away in America for a couple of weeks.
And on top of that, I’ve been away myself in Canada the past week visiting the family.
My sister and I organised it back in August that I’ll come for Canadian Thanksgiving.. and we didn’t tell our parents so I could surprise them.
The surprise went off without a hitch! They had no clue I was coming, and those few that knew didn’t spoil the surprise.
The looks on their faces were priceless when I opened my sister’s door! 😁
It’s been a lovely visit and great to see those I could.. but now it’s time to get ready to head back to London tomorrow night (arriving Friday night).
Let’s just hope I don’t leave it another 4 1/2 years before the next visit. 😄
This is probably the sexiest thing I’ve seen online in a very long time.. Found this as I was perusing Facebook the other night.
Let’s just say, he can come do my ironing any time. Along with all the other household chores.. as long as he stayed naked, of course.😀😉
You are made of LOVE
Re-post Source: How to Remind Yourself You’re Worthy of Love. – GayGuys.com
I used to think I was only worth what society told me I was. When I felt judged I instantly made it personal, dissecting the reasons why and ultimately burying myself in a cave of self-pity. But then something happened.
I realized the world read my value by observing my self-worth. When I felt worthless, the world took it at face value—that’s what they saw and it’s how they associated me. As humans we take a lot of our value from what people think of us, so as a result of their association, we assume their opinion is the truth when in actuality it began with us all along.
Raise our self-worth -> Raise our value.
Sometimes we have to do the work ourselves. We need to define who we are and know how valuable we truly are without needing to look at society. From then on, everything falls into place. It’s a never-ending circle that starts and ends with our own views of ourselves. Here’s how we can start raising our worth:
Remind yourself what it is they (the world) are dealing with. You’re not just anyone. You’re YOU. Stop comparing yourself to other people who might look different, sound different, feel different; the fact that you are original and unique is always going to work in your favor. You aren’t an every day run-of-the-mill kind of guy—you’re special. You got IT.
Give yourself something to accomplish so you’ll feel accomplished once it’s complete. In other words make projects, think of ideas, predict the future for yourself, come up with goals and actually try to achieve them. The simple act of working towards something makes you feel fulfilled, ultimately turning insecurity into pride.
Recognize your good qualities because the second you do, you’ll understand how it’s inspired others all this time. You’ll see that it’s your heart, your soul, and your spirit that make people love you rather than artificial things. Your goodness is your worth. Your goodness defines how valuable you are, and once you see how much you already have inside, (there’s a lot, trust me) resonate in it.
Wake up happy. Before you have another self-deprecating thought, you need to fuel your heart with love. Wake up and be glad that you did. This is your room, this is your bed, this is your life; celebrate it with a smile. Place your mind in front of you rather than behind you, keep it floating on your own assessments instead of letting it sink.
Love yourself the way you love others. Too often we place so much adoration on our loved ones, yet we fail to treat ourselves the same way. We feel it’s selfish to love ourselves equal to loving the world, but trust me when I say if we don’t love ourselves we will never collect enough of it to share.
You deserve to be fulfilled. Yes, YOU deserve to be happy, to have love, to be joyous. You worked your ass off to get where you are today—you might be bruised and you might be shaken, but scars heel. Never think you’re unworthy of good things because you feel guilt or shame to have them. You deserve to be happy because you are here. You’re breathing, you’re living, you’re giving to the world, and you deserve goodness—never give it back.
I’m a bad, bad blogger sometimes..
It’s been almost 2 months – 51 days, to be precise – since my last post of any sort on my poor little neglected blog. And that last post was a filler type (you know, when I’m not writing anything lol) with a few sexy, semi-naked guys showing off their wares.
I know.. you’ve just hated looking at those semi-clad, Adonises in my absence, right? 😉
So where have I been,? Well.. mostly I’ve just been home being a lazy twat during the week trying to catch up on the lost sleep from the weekends.
This has probably been my busiest summer in many many years. Between late June and early August, there wasn’t a weekend where I didn’t already have something planned. And I barely spent a weekend home in my flat in July. LOL
And no.. I wasn’t out being a dirty slag or anything quite so exciting. Dammit.😉
Let’s see.. how do I update you on a summer’s worth of adventures without writing a dozen pages.. I know, everyone loves a list! 🙂
- Last weekend of June – London Pride on the Saturday, then rest of the weekend hung over hahaha
- 1st weekend of July – After arriving back from Rome, I met some friends for a belated birthday party.. then spent the weekend hungover and cat-sitting for my old flatmate.
- 2nd weekend of July – Spent the weekend with a ‘friend’, going to see the new Ab Fab movie, sleeping over, and then driving around the Kent countryside on Sunday.
- 3rd weekend of July – NAKEDFEST!! A naked camping weekend with about 200 other men.. was interesting, but very uncomfortable (note: buy a bigger tent and an air mattress haha)
- 4th weekend of July – My dear friends M&B got married!!! I’ve known them almost 7 years, so was lovely to spend their special day with them.. and drinking with M and his best man until 5 am😮
- 5th weekend of July – M&B’s NAKED Wedding!! They had a 2nd reception for all their naturalist friends, and it was a laugh.. especially the exchanging of the cock-rings hehe
- 1st weekend of August – I actually had a whole weekend in London and was able to catch up with a couple of friends on the Saturday night, before heading to another naked house party Sunday afternoon in West London.
- 2nd weekend of August – Don’t think I did much all weekend other than helping my ‘friend’ with some DIY at his flat on the Sunday and then taking another drive into the Kent countryside.
- 3rd weekend of August – A well-deserved quiet weekend, mostly spent at home. Oh, and more cat-sitting on the Saturday night.
And that brings us to this weekend, the Bank holiday weekend in the UK. I’d originally wanted to go away for the weekend and spend it on a beach somewhere, but I never gotten around to arranging anything.
So instead, last night was a few drinks with some mates in town, with possibility of more of the same tonight, and then tomorrow I am meeting friends to go see the new Pedro Almodóvar film ‘Julieta‘ at the BFI Southbank near Waterloo.
I’m also trying to update my laptop to Office 2013 from 2007, as I’ve started studying to get my Microsoft Office Specialist certification in Excel 2013. I’m already well-versed in the software, so once I’ve gone through the official study guide I’ll be taking the exam (hopefully) in the next month or so.
It’s amazing how quickly this summer has gotten away from me. I haven’t been to a beach since my trip to Rome, and that’s surprising for me! Most summers, I’m usually down in Brighton a couple times (at least) to spend an afternoon sunning on the nude beach.. but I haven’t been once! LOL
I’d considered going this weekend, but sadly the weather has dipped down to the low 20’s and a bit overcast after a super hot week. So definitely not beach weather.
So all in all it’s been a damn good summer, and here’s hoping the upcoming Autumn is just as fun.
Happy belated Pride to everyone, both near and far.
I know this is late for most people, as like in London, Pride celebrations would have taken place last weekend or possibly this weekend depending on where in the world you’re living.
For myself, Pride can sometimes be a bitter-sweet time as it usually falls around or on my birthday, but luckily this time London Pride fell on the weekend before my ‘big’ day.
I had a lovely day celebrating Pride with some friends, watching the parade (from what I could see past the taller people standing in front of me lol) and then drinking the afternoon/evening away at the usual bear bar in Soho.
But this year Pride has a special meaning for me…
That’s right… my own little blog-space has once again been listed as one of the Top 10 UK LGBT Blogs!!!
This listing comes via a marketing and communications provider called Vuelio. Along with their corporate work, they also maintain Top 10 Blog Lists that change weekly.
Vuelio is Europe’s leading provider of software for communications, public affairs and stakeholder engagement. Vuelio offers an unrivalled portfolio of products and services to serve the modern public relations and public affairs professional throughout the UK and Europe.
Here’s the full list:
- Pink Wedding Days
- The Guyliner (I actually follow this blog!!)
- Sarah + Laura
- Pink Therapy Blog
- Indefinite Adventure
- Ramblings of a Supposed Disease Free Mind (that’s’ ME!!)
- Yet Another T-Girl Blog
- Trade Blog
- THE LONDON UNICORN
As amazing as this is (and it’s pretty freakin’ amazing hahaha), this isn’t the first time this has happened…
Two years ago I was placed on this same list, when the blog listings were done via a company called Cision (see previous post HERE) and I was understandably gob-smacked this had happened.
To be honest, I hadn’t noticed the email notification or the Tweet (since I don’t go on Twitter that often). It had only come to my attention when someone had retweeted the posting and it popped up on my mobile notifications.
Admittedly, this all happened a couple weeks ago, just before Pride. I’d meant to post about it but between Pride itself and then my holiday in Rome, it kinda fell to the wayside. Oops.
It’s always amazing to get recognition from other bloggers, but to also get it from an outside source that I’d never submitted my blog to is very humbling. Especially when you take into consideration my sporadic postings over the past year.😉
But whomever compiled the list clearly enjoyed what they had read, and for that I am extremely thankful.
And I’m thankful to all of you who regularly come by to have a read, leave a comment, share a post, or even just give a like to whatever you’ve been reading. It’s thanks to all of you that I’m still here and keep coming back regardless of whatever has been happening in my life.
So.. here’s to another year of my little humble blog (which will be turning 8 years old in the Autumn!!), and to all of you for sticking by me through it all.
This past week to celebrate my birthday, I went on a little trip.. to Rome.
It was the first time I’d been there, or even to Italy, so it was something I was so excited to do. I’d always wanted to tour the ancient ruins of this timeless city, and finally I was getting a chance.
It also helped that a friend of mine lives in the city with his boyfriend, so it gave us a chance to catch up since we hadn’t seen each other in 4 or 5 years since his last trip to London.
I have to say.. as much as I’ve loved my recent beach holidays to Gran Canaria, this trip to Rome definitely took my breathe away. The surreality of standing in the Coliseum, looking out over the ruins on my actual birthday Wednesday kept getting to me.
There I was, just a guy from a small town in Canada, standing in one of the most ancient wonders of the world. It was so breath-taking at times that I had to catch myself bursting from happiness.
I truly loved wandering around the city (even if my feet said otherwise afterwards hahaha), and just seeing what amazing sight was around each corner. The buildings, the streets, the food, and ohmygod.. the men!! LOL
Yeah, I definitely had a terrific trip, and it’s a city I’d love to return to some day, as there was only so much I could see in the 3 days I was there. But at least I got to see most of the major things that were on my list.. even if some of them required me to wait in a 3 hour queue.. Yes, I’m looking at you, Vatican. 😉
Anyway, here are just a handful of snaps I took over the course of my trip. Think I took well over 200 pictures, so I’ve just selected a few of my favourites.