The Intro: Me, Myself and Kevin.

So, after much deliberation I have decided to take the plunge and purchase a domain name and begin this blog. Part of me wanders if there is any point in it; after all, there are millions of blogs online accessible to you all- so why read and follow mine?
I hope by writing regular updates, you'll be able to get an insight into my life. The ups and the downs, the highs and the horrendous lows, but also the accomplishments, the humour and some rather unique 'that moment when...' situations that I find myself in a little too regularly. You know those moments. They often make good Facebook posts!

I suppose before I progress any further, I should give you a little history about myself or at least a little bit of background as to why I've ended up paying for this domain name and what I hope to achieve with this new endeavour of mine.

So, for those of you that are reading this and don't know me personally, I'm Jess. I'm a proper North West London thoroughbred. I have always lived in London- mainly Hendon, except for the 9 months I spent in LA back in 2015. I have 2 younger brothers (Jay and Max*), a mum and a dad. Pretty boring stuff really. But this is where it gets slightly more interesting/different/complicated...I'm waiting for a transplant. And in my usual style, it's not a straight forward transplant either. It's a double whammy- TWO FLIPPING ORGANS. I need a new pancreas and a new kidney. I've decided to call the new kidney Kevin (or Kev for short) and I'm still deciding on a name for the pancreas. I'm thinking Peggy, Peta or Patricia perhaps... I think things seem less scary when they have a proper name. After all, we have a Clive, a Mickey and a Stanley at home and they're just the cars and my little plant that resides on my countertop.
*names changed for privacy

I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes on 15th September 2000. Although I had been feeling pretty rough for near enough 8 months, and was suffering with all the common symptoms of Diabetes (such as extreme thirst and tiredness, muscle cramps and peeing a lot) the GP labelled me as fit each of the 4 times I went to him.  He managed to find a reason for all of my symptoms; 'it's just your age...you're loosing weight because you're growing; you're drinking more because it's hot; you're tired because you're busy etc. Fucking doctor. Needless to say I've not been back to him since and the Diabetes diagnosis came as a huge shock.
I was admitted to the Whittington Hospital immediately where I soon experienced hospital a la carte dining; the joys of earplugs; the necessity of flip flops and the added appreciation for peace, quiet and my own shower. Never in a million years did I envisage I'd be where I am today...countless hospital stays later, waiting on a transplant list.