An Autumn Adventure

In October I got some moments of fresh air in amongst the rest and recovery and recuperation (and, frankly, the suffering.)

We travelled an hour from home to stay in Clumber Park, Nottinghamshire. It was all the better for it never been a given that I would get there.

Autumn passed by last year without me even being aware of it. The depths of suffering this illness can take you to means you can be completely unaware of what goes on beyond the drawn curtains of your darkened bedroom.

But this year I had myself an Epic Autumn Adventure. (I admit I brand anything that involves me leaving the house for non-medical reasons as ‘epic’.)

None of us are meant to be inside for the amount of time so many of us have to be. So few grasp that you have to be well enough to even have a window open.

I thought of you all, and I sobbed my little heart out just after the last photo because I couldn’t quite believe I really was outside, among the trees, during my favourite season. I hope you get out there one day too.

P.S. Ambulatory wheelchair users exist. I walk for mere metres, not minutes. Although a few metres takes me about a minute…

Published by Anna Redshaw

Blogging about life in the slow lane with an invisible, chronic illness. I wasn't always a sick chick so this is somewhat of a life changing experience!

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