1, Lynne Featherstone - we wouldn't have had the bill at all without Lynne. I am an unashamed fan of hers, and the quiet, efficient way she goes about things, and her unswerving feminism coupled with her unbreakable LGBT ally-ness makes her a big political hero of mine. So thanks, Lynne, for getting the ball rolling on this, and helping to build it to unstoppable momentum.
2, Julian Huppert - has been indefatigable and measured both yesterday and today in making speeches. Was especially impressive today on the trans issues, which sadly did not gain the support of the house. This is something that needs to be pushed again and again until those whose marriages were forced apart by the state can get them back, and Huppmeister J represented today. Thanks Julian.
3, Caroline Lucas - spoke and voted on the right side on LOTS of amendments, and tweeted from the chamber lots to keep people informed. Stayed in there when most of the rest of the MPs had buggered off, and carried on debating and voting all day. Thanks Caroline.
4, Diane Abbott - resisted the urge for party political point-scoring, unlike so many of her colleagues, and just voted the right way, gladly and with grace. Thanks Diane.
5, Greg Mullholland - many people just assumed that Greg would troop through the no lobby with the other... well, I guess you could call them the Usual Suspects. Beith, Pugh, etc. But he actually wrestled with the issues, and came to a conclusion that he felt could be reconciled with his faith and his liberalism. He thought about it, discussed it with various relevant parties, posted his reasoning on his website, and was in every respect an exemplary Liberal MP - thoughtful, evidence-based, and transparent. I have huge amounts of respect for Greg, not just for the conclusion he came to, but the way he came to it, and utterly condemn those who are berating him on twitter for not being perfectly aligned with whatever THEY think is right. Yes, Summerskill, I'm looking at YOU. I remember 2010, and your hypocrisy is breathtaking. Anyway, thanks Greg.
The battle isn't over for equal rights, not by a long way, and there's still a lot of work to do before the T in LGBT+ in particular are not subject to institutionalised discrimination. But today's skirmish in the battle for equality was mostly a big step in the right direction, and I am glad the overall vote went the way it did, with as big a majority as it did. Now it needs to go through the Lords...
I have been blood tested, urine tested, x-rayed, ultrasound scanned, and had my abdomen prodded by five different doctors and three radiologists.
The ovary I had taken out has not magically regrown, and nor are there any bits of it remaining. There are no swabs or rolexes. I don't have any abnormal growths. My kidneys, pancreas, spleen, liver, bladder, and various other organs have all been examined and none of them found wanting. My contraceptive coil hasn't pierced my uterus. I don't appear to have diverticulitis. The only other tests they can now do involve barium meals (which might be an option if they thought it was diverticulitis, but as they don't it seems a bit pointless) or exploratory surgery.
The most likely explanation is surgical adhesion from when I had my ovary out. If it IS that then exploratory surgery would probably find it but they might not be able to do anything about it, and given that I am not actually screaming in agony at all times it's probably not worth it right now.
So I have to talk to my GP about pain management, pay attention to my stools (YAY! Funtimes!) and take lots of painkillers. Potentially forever. And go back if the pain gets markedly worse or I start having constipation, diahorrhea or vomiting and they'll do the exploratory surgery.
On the plus side I also now have written proof that I have not got dementia and my cognitive abilities are not suspicious. Yay. Witness my face of utter joy.
This morning he rang me up and said he'd been thinking and wanted me to come back in. So I went back in and he poked and prodded again and asked exactly the same questions he asked yesterday and then said he wasn't sure what it was, and he'd swear it was ovarian but there's no ovary there, and it might be this really rare type of hernia, and I'd better go to the hospital for more tests.
So I went to the hospital. And after the nurse did paperwork and blood pressure a doctor came (she was quite fanciable, and commented favourably on my shoes) and did EXACTLY the same poking and prodding and questions as my doctor had done, took some blood, and then sent me for an x-ray. The x ray ladies liked my shoes too. I was wearing my Vibram Fivefingers.
After the x ray I sat in the waiting room for three hours watching challenge TV.
Eventually the cute doctor came back, bringing a registrar with her, and he poked and prodded and asked exactly the same questions as the cute doctor and my own doctor had both already asked me. Then he said that he couldn't feel a hernia, and that it seemed like something ovarian to him. At which point I pointed out that both ovary and fallopian tube had been removed from that side, so it couldn't be.
So, given the tests I have already had: there's nothing shown up in a urine test, nothing in the blood tests, and nothing on the x rays. Which means cancer is unlikely because they look for cancer markers in the blood, the surgeon who took my ovary out didn't leave her rolex in there because that would have shown up on the x ray, and I haven't got a bladder infection. So what do you reckon I have got, dear reader?
What terrible fate has befallen our beloved author?
The surgeon who did the operation 2 years ago left a swab or other non-x-ray-showing thing in there
Jennie has a magic ovary which has regrown and decided to hurt
Some sort of hernia
Something else which I shall explain in gory, stomach-churning detailin the comments.
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I wasn't at my combative best, but I think I did OK.
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I am lucky in that I have great, understanding, friends, who will visit when I need company and bugger off when I need to be alone.
( tl;dr: the details of my Not Copingness )
So yeah... not entirely sure how to end this. So I'll just end it.