F*ck Me, I did it!

Fuck me, I did it! For the first time in 8 years – I finally went ‘out out.’

… And it was perfect!

Though, the anxiety and turmoil I experienced in the lead up to this night out – was most definitely – NOT perfect. Read on for both the turmoil and the terrific!

ME/POTS and going ‘out out’…

… ‘Out out’ of my mind with worry that is.
It’s a fellow mummy friend’s birthday in a few days, and she’d like to let her hair down. And the best place to do this where we live is – a one-hour train ride away – in the city. What could possibly go wrong? Well, umm, with ME/POTS … everything.