I found myself doing something kinda ridiculous on a long weekend away last year. I wrote about it at the time, but never got around to publishing it … and well, I don’t want all that time and energy to go to waste. So, here goes: There I was, getting out of our mega-comfy hotel…
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)
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!
… ‘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.
“… Don’t project your weird beliefs on others!”
This demand for me to silence myself formed part of a comment on Facebook recently. As such, I decided to have a little fun with it!