Plodding along

I feel like I haven’t posted a blog post for a while but I have no idea where the time has gone!

Initially my body coped so well with the post-wedding payback, even allowing me to enjoy a week on the Suffolk coast straight after the wedding weekend. It was more than I could ever have dreamed of. I genuinely thought I’d have to spend that week living vicariously through Mr Tree Surgeon who’d have to go off adventuring on his own and taking pictures and videos for me as he sometimes has to when we’re on holiday.

Instead we managed to scoot into married life together (with my wedding bouquet in my basket of course) and I was able to get out, even for only a very little while, each day. I don’t even managed that at home when I haven’t spent the whole weekend getting married! That scooter is quite honestly the best thing I have ever bought.

The post-exertional malaise did come though. It was more delayed than usual but oh goodness did it come.

I have spent the last few weeks really, really struggling and having to cancel plans – plans like my beloved cousin’s hen do weekend. I sobbed for most of that weekend I was meant to be away with my favourites. And then my 29th birthday came and went with cancelled celebrations and too much time being physically stuck in bed; seemingly magnetised to the mattress.

The dizziness and blurred vision was quite distressing and worst of all I had an ‘episode’ on the night of my birthday that saw us weighing up whether or not to call an ambulance. My temperature rocketed but I felt so cold my teeth were chattering. I felt that there was so much pressure in my head that it may explode and I waves of tension throughout my whole body were painful and unsettling. It’s not the worst I’ve had but theses strange ‘seizures’ so rarely happen it seemed such a shame that one and on my birthday.

A few days later my friends came through once again though and were more than happy to change our plan to go out for a birthday meal, to staying in for a birthday takeaway. They even turned up in their pyjamas and dressing gowns to chill out with me. I was so chuffed I was well enough to manage having visitors over.

This last week of November feels a little easier. I managed to get dressed on Monday and Tuesday. Two days! In a row! I’m hoping today might be the third day of changing from pyjamas to Real Person Clothes.