I feel like a different person. It may only be a few weeks ago but she – the sad and unwell shadow of me – already seems like a stranger. If I stop and force my mind, I can take myself to her: I was so exhausted even having a shower was a major effort; I was so stressed that tears were on permanent standby, ready to fall at the smallest upset; I felt desperate, crawling slowly through each day. I did my best to trust that the situation was temporary and that it – the heavy black cloud of CFS – would lift, but when you are feeling this awful you don’t believe you will ever feel normal again.
But I do. And it’s glorious. GLORIOUS.
It may be the physical that takes you down, but somewhere, in the messiness and unpleasantness of being unwell, the mind gets in on the act, and you get stuck – and in my experience it’s the mind that plays a big part of getting you unstuck and out the other side. Continue reading →
As most of you know, Husband recently spent two weeks in Colombia on a volunteering programme. It was such an interesting experience I thought I’d bully ask him to write about it. Please make him feel welcome (although not too welcome, don’t want him being more popular than me – obviously). Over to you Husband, sorry, Mike: Continue reading →
Yes, it’s that time – again! We’re off to Extremadura in Spain tomorrow for a week. We’re staying in a Finca (rustic country house) in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by olive groves, protected by Pedro the horse; the sun will be shining and the Rioja will be flowing. Yeah, sounds awful doesn’t it…
Words look more like art than writing, the language sounds almost music like, and the toilets have heated seats and electronic control panels which perform a whole variety of services. It is a faraway land clouded in mystique – a delight for the curious traveller. Continue reading →