M.E. is trying its best to grind me down at the moment. It’s not surprising that it’s kicking up a fuss. The last six months have possibly been busier than the pervious couple of years! Most notably I went abroad on my first foreign holiday since The M.E. Years began, hosted another Blue Sunday tea party, and then just over a month ago I moved house.
I am somehow managing to keep my spirits up in spite of the ever-present symptoms trampling all over the lovely things I have planned, the books I am trying to read, the television programmes I’d like to watch, the fresh air I’m craving to breathe, the blog drafts I’m hoping to finish.
With the help of Mr Tree Surgeon and my family, my wobbly legs and I are managing each hurdle as it comes. It’s possible that the hallucinations I sometimes experience since my brain decided to malfunction back in 2010 have progressed from visual hallucinations to now include sounds and noises. This does not please me!
I am also trying to find a solution to what seems to be adrenal fatigue – I go into shock too easily if someone enters a room when I am not expecting them, if there is a volume change on the tele, and countless other silly little things that most people don’t even notice.
It’s not all bad. I am being well looked after and cared for. My only ‘job’ is to concentrate on doing what’s best for my muddled up and poorly body. It is starting to all feel quite tiresome but the silver linings are glistening brightly at the edge of each and every dark grey cloud.
M.E. myself and I 