Hmm, while we're sharing.....Illness aside, I had an excelent childhood.
My strongest memory is... I was in hospital for the first time, the royal free, floor 6, children's ward; one of the best views of London City there is. I was coming up to the end of 12. I was in there for a week having horrific 'investigations'. I had a canular in my arm and had gone through a stomach ache that had lasted two years (the GP said I was trying to get out of school, 'cus a stomach ache was the 'bad back, put me on the social' of the time for kids ).

My Dad took me out to some resturant where we had prawns, massive ones, I'm sure the resturant was one of the finest ones, like michallin star quality, only I didn't know about things like that. I'm not just saying that eaither; everything in my memory was so excravigant. They almost turned me away because of how I was dressed, but we explained that I was from hospital so they let us in. We then went to Harrods, where it was all christmas'd up. Dad got me a jumper, and it was the softest jumper I ever had, i believe I've still got it. It was way to big for me, but we did that 'cus of the canular in my arm. After the main investigation I was there for, it was confirmed that I had Crones, I ran to the bathroom to throw up.

They then put me on an expermental treatment called CT3211, where for two months I could only put in my mouth the forumular (Think of McDonalds thick milkshake, made with off milk and no flavourings; a smell, to me, is vile enough, let alone going through 3ltrs a day) and medically sterial water.... no chewing gum, no tooth paste, no nothing. Once a week I would cheat by having a morsel of a single chip or mars bar off a friend. Then, over the following 6 months, I was introduced back onto food every 2 weeks at first, then 1 week, then 3 days. First up is potato (no skin, no addatives), then marmite, and so on and so on. That first bite of potato was amazing, after 8 weeks. I don't think anyone can taste something so great than that hospital baked potato, no skin, no butter, no salt.

But the memory of the bright lights in Harrods and looking over the view of the city at night will always stick with me.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Wed 22 Sep 2010, 12:28, 3 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

That's awful, yet fantastic
I'm glad that you're able to think of the f good over the bad
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Wed 22 Sep 2010, 12:37, Reply)

I must be quite silly
Because you have me in tears.
(Aberracion Life's getting very complicated, but a lot of fun., Wed 22 Sep 2010, 12:37, Reply)

What a lovely story : )
(not the crohnes bit of course)
( girlinthehole, Wed 22 Sep 2010, 13:08, Reply)