APPARENTLY, I’m ending 2023 on a high.
… A sugar high.
Still, aside from stuffing my face with enough chocolate, mince pies, and cake to induce a diabetic coma – I think I can confidently say, this year has been a good one for me health-wise.
If M.E has taught me anything, it’s that time is not a given. That, and fear of relapse is a real head-fuck.
Most people with M.E and/or POTS have SOME sort of aid they simply cannot live without. Mine is my earplugs.
So, I’m in this not-so-fun predicament today where I kinda need to choose between my partner (Pete) or my five-year-old son (O). Hmm …