We made it to one year as Mr & Mrs! Whoop whoop! Here, I’ve created a short video and written something a little different to my norm, in the hopes of capturing the sunshine, shit-storms, and rainbows along the road to reaching this milestone. Oh, and if you like the Beatles, give it a read/watch, if only for that reason.
Bike riding, along with a million other things, kinda went for a swim in the sewer of life when I got sick over 8 years ago. Little did I know then, that 8 years later, I’d be plunging my bike back out.
I remember the very first time I came home to Pete. We’d been living together for three years by that point.
I found myself doing something kinda ridiculous on a long weekend away last year.
There I was, getting out of our mega-comfy hotel bed in the middle of the night to scrabble around the room in the dark, frantically looking for a spare blanket like a drug addict searches for their next fix.
Except, the kind of crack I was desperate for wasn’t extra warmth … it was a crack at sleeping on the mega hard floor.
So, ummm … why would I do that?!
Read on to find out!
Who’s THAT girl?
Okay, so clearly, she’s me. But I just don’t get it; how could I possibly have been her only a few weeks ago?
She looks so … healthy.
Here, I demonstrate how not to survive the Easter school holidays with ME/POTS.
“You’ve been doing too much.”
Now, is it just me – or does anyone else with ME fucking hate it when someone says this to them?
A cute memory of O as a baby from six years ago appeared in my Facebook feed recently. This reminder brought to mind a whole bunch of other memories: ones of parenting with Severe ME that will stay with me for life, and go way beyond a cute baby pic …
Woohoo! Hear me roar!!
Yes folks, brace yourself for something truly outstanding. Are you sitting down? Are you ready for my massive revelation? Okay, here goes … (Click to read on)