Pop Goes the Feasible...

Pigeon at Trafalgar Square.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 15:34:04 PST

Mallard.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 15:13:17 PST

The benefits of being a bloody burden.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 14:01:59 PST

From my vastly informed experienced, it appears that those of us who are fortunate financially - and are in government - are able to imply that this current wave of austerity affects us all, while knowing it does not and will not affect them. I have no bitterness about people who are comfortable, financially. I feel anger about pointless and stubborn reluctance to think another way, to accept

Sanitary confinement.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 10:53:22 PDT

Like the big Austrian chap in those robot films, it's back. I knew it would be. It was merely a question of when. Sitting here after anti-inflammatories, dihydrocodeine and paracetamol, I am feeling distinctly befuddled. The period and right ovary pains are not easing enough, which is what I thought might happen. Only two days ago I was at hospital seeing my consultant, who said I looked well. I

Poetry. Allegedly.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Mon, 03 Oct 2011 13:08:59 PDT

Damn you, endometriosis, and your devastation, Your resistance to drugs and each second of your pain Which haunts my days and takes my sleep, Frightening memories ingrained Of the times I prayed to a vacant God To help me through the days But nothing helped - not time, not words, There are no other ways To stop this agony hidden inside, Which mocks and restricts, and ruins my dreams, Oh, those

EAT IT!

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 17:16:22 PDT

Drip.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 17:14:26 PDT

Pods.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Sun, 25 Sep 2011 17:13:47 PDT

Tree of Pollen.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Mon, 19 Sep 2011 16:37:51 PDT

Honey Pollen.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Sun, 18 Sep 2011 17:32:45 PDT

Wobbly Jobbly.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Thu, 01 Sep 2011 14:35:09 PDT

Endometriosis UK is SO important to me that I almost don't have the words to explain how I feel about it. Almost. It gave me information about endometriosis before I was diagnosed and, through its pages online, I learned more than the very little I knew then about what happens with this horrendous disease, this illness, this condition. This... THING. It doesn't stop for me, the pain. I don't

Angry Bird.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Wed, 24 Aug 2011 16:27:37 PDT

What kind of person wants to say the truest of harsh facts to their most loved people, with such venom and spite as to shock and upset and crush their very heart? Who would want to do that? I would. It's terrible. It's foul, and cruel, and nasty, and it's how my mind thinks when the anger rises to such levels that I fear hideous bile will force its way from my enraged soul to antagonise the

The Bird Effect Emsemble

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Fri, 19 Aug 2011 16:33:34 PDT

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Who Do You Think Me Are?

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Thu, 11 Aug 2011 12:14:43 PDT

I tweeted an outrageous statement of fact on Wednesday night that people were not, as someone said, voting with their fists; rather, hurting and destroying. This egg, whom I shall call Egg, replied rather angrily to Puffles and me with "Your oh so clever & snidey MC lets enrich our own arse values are reflected back in the rioters actions." Was it directed at me? Puffles? Both? I'm not sure.

A cutting reality.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Fri, 08 Jul 2011 17:48:51 PDT

He said "I do understand" as sincerely as he could and, through stinging tears and a broken voice, I said, firmly, "No, you DON'T understand." How can one understand something when one has never known it? How can one ever know? One can not. Since Wednesday's appointment with my consultant, I have felt entirely depleted of confidence and enthusiasm, filled with hand-flapping joy at watching

I'm in the mood for lancing.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Sat, 18 Jun 2011 13:00:08 PDT

Acupuncture. Mood music. Dream catchers. Wind chimes. No. This is NHS acupuncture. For me, it meant a clinically stark hospital room with no windows, a sink, a desk, 4 chairs and a bed with obligatory MASSIVE toilet roll sheets upon it. I didn't need those, thankfully. Admittedly, receiving acupuncture as NHS pain management treatment seems a little strange to me, but the pain continues,

Howe did he do?

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Thu, 24 Mar 2011 08:10:37 PDT

Late last year, Baroness Smith of Basildon asked questions about endometriosis in the House of Lords. Earl Howe provided answers. I don't think them to be satisfactory. So, I wrote and told him so. Here is my letter:Friday 11th March 2011Dear Earl Howe,I write regarding your answers in response to Baroness Smith of Basildon in the House of Lords, on 20th December 2010, regarding

Ooph! orectomy.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Tue, 15 Feb 2011 17:34:23 PST

When I don't have a period, I think I purposefully forget how fearsome the pain is. It's a rubbish self-protection system. This most recent period convinced me that the removal of my right ovary is certainly looking and feeling like the best decision I can make. I could barely stand by myself, as my strength was drawn away by the period; my legs threatened to collapse as I struggled to stay

Mama, I just killed a plan...

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Tue, 18 Jan 2011 14:48:32 PST

Motherhood. Children. Family. Do I want that? I don't know. As I type, I don't feel "maternal", in need of a child of my own, or have the desire to nurture a baby. I'm a 29-year-old single woman with an undesirable and incurable health condition, which makes just standing up almost an impossibility and the floor an attractive place when I have a period. Now, pain is here, has left its bags in the

Letter to local paper.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Mon, 04 Oct 2010 13:34:41 PDT

Hello,After a diagnosis of endometriosis during a laparoscopy in March this year, and being aware that I'm not the only woman to have suffered these frightening symptoms for so many years, I decided the time for change is now. I think there should be more information available about this destructive disease - what it is, what it does, and how it affects not just the women and girls with it, but

Rapid response to British Medical Journal article.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Fri, 01 Oct 2010 14:57:35 PDT

Dear Samuel Engemise, Cerys Gordon, and Justin C Konje,I thank each of you so very much for your fascinating article about endometriosis being missed. To read those words from medical professionals gave me back some faith that was lost, that some doctors do understand that endometriosis is a remarkably troubling, baffling and highly distressing disease to have to live with.From the age of 12, I

Hell hath no fury.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Sun, 26 Sep 2010 05:11:56 PDT

Before I was diagnosed with endometriosis, "officially", my heart ached for the women's accounts of their experiences, of their being told nothing was wrong on account of “normal” or “clear” test and scan results, that it was probably a bowel problem or other. I've felt the very physical pain of emotional distress and trauma in very many ways, like when my brilliant Little Nan died in 2006. When

A nice lady, me and a cup of tea.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Tue, 10 Aug 2010 12:51:55 PDT

The lady I saw was very nice. She was kind, and understanding. I looked up at the HUGE red pod (a.k.a. the lecture theatre) and knew it wouldn't collapse and crush me, but still thought it might. Over my left shoulder, I saw equally strange but quite brilliant structures (possibly part of the eating are), like a cross between The Jetsons' intergalactic city and a water tower. There were very few

She danced the night away. Nearly.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Mon, 19 Jul 2010 09:31:53 PDT

Mostly, I sat down. There was good food, nice orange juice and tremendous company.Saturday night was the night of my exceptional and long-time friend, Gemma. She is to be married in August, and she'd invited a very small group of her family and friends to join her for her Hen Night. I was DELIGHTED to be asked; more so that I could go. Initially, I was concerned I wouldn't enjoy it, but I

Running away from it all.

LucyOfPopness@gmail.com (Lucy) — Mon, 14 Jun 2010 03:21:33 PDT

School wasn't a place I enjoyed being, often. The only times I "enjoyed" being at the juniors' school were trips to caves, museums or castles, or when we were allowed in the field on the hot days of Summer. OK, hot day of Summer. Apparently unusual for schools, the food was good. Very good. I always wanted to be liked, to have my company requested but it didn't happen, much. I was shy, quiet,