I was at the hairdressers the other week, having my usual colour and trim. As I sat there, watching my hair reclaim its *cough* ‘natural’ colour and ridding itself of split ends, my mind wandered back to the years when my M.E was Severe and there wasn’t a cats chance in hell of me ever making it to the hairdressers.
It’s official: we have no healthy adults left in our household to run the show. Responsible? Probably. Healthy? Hell no.
Here, I discuss how life works for us now Pete has joined me aboard the Chronic Illness Express. I discuss things like childcare, employment, and really important issues like – who sticks the kettle on.
Pete, my partner, is a bit of a hero really, given how well he’s looked after me over the years when my ME and POTS was severe.
As such, the Karma Lords have decided to reward him with his very own first-class seat aboard the Chronic Illness Express.
Poor Pete. He’s in for a bumpy ride.
Here, I elaborate on his journey so far.
I decided to write about someone else for a change!
This is the touching true story of my friend Juan’s triumph after a severe M.E relapse destroyed life as he knew it.
It’s full of the gritty realities of chronic illness – with a feel-good ending.
Being housebound for several years, missing from society, and now finally in a position to re-join the world – and potentially workforce, has made me even hastier than ever in my desire to jump back in … face first.
Here, I describe my latest mistake in a hasty attempt at putting the leftover pieces of my life back together.
Being chronically ill is hard enough, without being chronically crusty as well. Here, I discuss my personal hygiene hurdles from when I was severely unwell through to the present day.