Surgery #1
So, no later than around 3 weeks after my diagnosis I ended up with my first Crohns surgery. It all started the night of my work's Christmas party. I had been on the steroids religiously since leaving hospital, but this day, something just was not right. The night began with getting all glammed up, trying to cover the huge black bags under my eyes with mounds of concealer and painting my face. I made the decision to not drink, which disappointed me, as after recent events, all I wanted to do was let my hair down, plus we had drinks vouchers! It was one of those shared parties, the ones where different companies all come together, and funnily enough my mum was there with her work too. Anyway. The food arrived, Christmas Lunch of course, and I just could not stop eating. Seriously! I ate my colleagues leftovers. Let me assure you, I barely finished a meal before going on the steroids, and at this point, nothing could stop me. Dessert came and went, and the party started