Those of you who follow me on Twitter or Instagram might know that I had a party to go to last night. A surprise party no less! I won’t ramble on about how I was feeling. I’m sure you know by now that I am never without my symptoms. Yet it gave me a huge boost to hear that I looked like the ‘Anna Jones’ of old, and people I’ve only seen a handful of times commented on how much more lively and how much better I looked. (Some people are far from keen to hear people saying that they don’t look sick or that they look well, but I like to take it as a compliment each time because I’d really rather not look as bad as I feel!)
|Decisions, decisions… I have no idea what one wears on a Saturday night out anymore!|
I ditched my glasses and reacquainted myself with contact lenses. I wore a dress because I don’t get many opportunities to dress up properly these days. I even wore a pair of (low-ish) heels. Sorry legs! I didn’t care that I was so sweaty my make up practically melted off my face and my hair lost it’s straightened smoothness. I loved that I’d been wearing shoes long enough to get blisters. I didn’t mind that my ears were ringing when I got home, or that it took an age to fall asleep after so much stimulation so ‘late’ at night.
|Happy 30th Birthday Ross!|
I couldn’t ask for a better support network. My parents drove me, offered to iron any clothes beforehand, fed me, waited by the phone incase I needed a lift home NOW. My sister walked me into the pub and ‘handed’ me over to my friend. The girls fetched my drinks for me, found me places to sit, checked I was okay, took me for fresh air every so often, panicked if they lost sight of me(!), walked me out when my dad had arrived to collect me and ‘handed’ me back over. I lasted from 7pm until 10:30pm!
I am so much better than I was when my M.E. journey began. If this is as good as it gets, and I get to have a ‘normal’ few hours like that every six months or so, I will be so chuffed.
I am the luckiest girl in the world.