Pretend Going Out
What do you do when you need some ‘me time’ away from your family, but your ME won’t let you leave the house? Well you, umm … pretend to go out.
What do Marriage and Chronic Illness have in common?
Q: What do Marriage and Chronic Illness have in common?
A: Lifelong commitment.
One, I entered into happily – whereas the other, can fuck right off.
What I didn’t say
Ever look back on a conversation and wonder why you did or didn’t say a particular thing? Yeah, me too. Here, I unload my thoughts on why I kept my mouth zipped recently.
Low Day
When the morning alarm goes off and you cry.
Not because you can’t do it all again, but because you fucking have to. And it’s hard. Some days it’s just too fucking hard.
Parenting from bed. With help from … Alexa?!
I’m crashing today, and I’ve reached the point where I simply have to be in bed. But … how can I parent from bed?!
Why am I looking so smug?
Why am I looking so smug?
… Well, I just removed my makeup in under 1 minute. That’s why!
And no, this is NOT an advert. It’s just little old, energy-limited, chronically ill me, wanting to share this absolute godsend that’s recently come into my life, in the hopes of helping other people like me … make life just a teensey bit easier.
Ever wondered what the best weapon would be for beating yourself round the head?
Ever wondered what the best weapon would be for beating yourself round the head?
… Yeah, me neither.
Yet recently, I found out.
My face and half of Pete’s head made a magazine front cover!
Now THAT was a pleasant surprise. Not that the arrival of the latest edition of ME Essentials magazine isn’t a pleasant surprise in itself; of course it is. It’s just EXTRA pleasant when I realise I’m in it!
… Umm … or am I?
Stop, Notice, Love.
I’ve been a very busy girl of late. Busier than someone with ME/POTS should be. My body asked me to stop this week. So, I did – and this is when I started to notice stuff.
Old Dog, New Trick
Last year, O asked me to knit him a ‘rainbow’ blanket – and I was happy to oblige! Now, 8 months later – this old dog is trying a new trick with said banket. And breaking my back in the process.