I Should Have Listened To My Body...
Updated: Aug 10, 2019
Rewind back to 2018... In September I started a new journey after leaving my career in Marketing to pursue something a little different. I joined Her Majesty's Prison Service and was going to train to be a Prison Officer. In October, I went off to Prison College (yes, there is such a thing) for a 10-week residential course.
At the time, I was engaged and very unhappy. My brother was moving to Australia, so me and my partner were meant to be moving into his flat. I felt really trapped, like I would screw my brother's plans if I backed out at short notice. That's when the weight started to fall off.
Over the course of around two weeks, I lost 9lbs. I put the rapid weight loss down to my unhappiness and anxiety as well as the gruelling use of force sessions and disgusting food at college.
My mum picked up on my weight loss and how down I seemed and got me to sit down with my brother to work out a plan. I then left my partner and felt a HUGE weight lifted off my shoulders (excuse the pun).
My weight loss stopped almost overnight and I remained a steady weight. But in November, I went to Iceland with my family. I was absolutely mortified as for the first time in my life, I had THRUSH. I felt disgusting and was so embarrassed. I glumly went to the pharmacy in the airport and walked away very red-cheeked. I treated the Thrush and thought nothing more of it until it came back about two weeks later.
No matter what I did, I could not get rid of it. I felt like it was ruining my life. I met my boyfriend at college and I was so ashamed to be having this problem in a new relationship. I felt ugly, lost so much self-confidence and I shied away from sex.
I didn't understand why it was happening. I did a home STI screen to make sure there was nothing else going on. All the tests came back clear which was great, but didn't provide any answers to my problem. Eventually I worked up the courage to speak to my boyfriend about it, and he was amazing and supportive.
I booked in to the Sexual Health Clinic as I felt they would be better qualified than a GP to help with my lady bits! They assessed me and said that I had Cervicitis, an infection of my Cervix. I walked away with a course of antibiotics and needed to let my boyfriend know that he too needed to have an STI screen as well as antibiotics. I finally felt like I was getting somewhere and I had a resolution.
I felt much better for around a week and a half, but soon was back to square one. I burst into tears when I thought the antibiotics hadn't done their job and the infection was coming back. My boyfriends tests had all come back clear too and he had had his antibiotics, so why the hell was this happening to me?
I went back to the clinic again and they said the infection had gone but I now had severe Thrush. They explained that antibiotics can cause Thrush due to killing off all of the good bacteria as well as the bad. They packed me off on my way again with a pessary, cream and an oral tablet to 'hit it hard'.
To cut the rest of the story short, I remained in this cycle for another few months until one day I decided to become a Doctor and Googled it. I discovered that it was likely I was imminently going to die of some rare form of cervical cancer but also that recurrent Thrush was a sign of Diabetes as high sugar levels provide good conditions for the yeast to grow.
I booked myself in for a blood test and it is a good job I did. My body was screaming out for help and I ignored it. I have had a kick up the ass and have learnt that I need to listen to what my body is trying to tell me. It's crazy to think that Thrush saved my life.