“It’s really good after all these years and everything we’ve been through, that we can still vaguely enjoy each other’s company.” ~ Pete.
Oh wow – I can feel a mega-swoon coming on; oh, Mr Darcy! – sorry, I mean Pete – I feel a little faint! … Oh, be still my beating heart!
… My ‘vaguely’ beating heart, that is.
(Well, my racing heart, actually. But that’s not Pete – it’s the POTS.)
I did something I haven’t done in about 9 years recently – and I was SO excited!
… until my POTS came along and dropped a steaming turd all over it, that is.
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?