A Face on Her

When I first got ill I had a lot of residual fitness. This did not really seem like a big deal to me, because, like my health, I took it for granted. Okay, so I had a whole lot of pain, but I could get about, and actually after I stopped being able to work […]

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I’m Promising Nothing

January is what it is. In the colder parts of the temperate world not only does it bring a post Xmas crash, and a slew of resolutions that are destined to be broken, but also it is the coldest time, and will still be dark in the afternoons. No one loves that, and people who […]

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Cartesian Care

I have so much to tell you about the by road I ended up down. I have no idea why it is in some way illegal for a person to have a mental illness and a physical illness or disability at the same time, but I can assure you that it is not only me […]

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Breast Up, Back Down

In a previous iteration I was pretty active for a non sporty type. Like, I started swimming regularly because there was a laundry at my local pool at St George’s. A large load bought me a 40 minute swim. I don’t hate laundrettes, in fact, when I was a kid my mum was friends with the […]

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Of Beds and Bedrooms

Being somewhat criptastic. Or spoony. Disabled? Certainly I have the dread Invisible Illness. I have spent the past couple of months in bed. I have also spent this morning, in a short window of relative wellness writing to my MP and encouraging others to do so too, on the subject of the reviled Bedroom Tax. […]

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A Woman of a Certain Rage

So much to tell you. Not that anything has happened in ‘real life’, since now is very much the winter of my discontent, as it is every year for about 9 months. This needs to be addressed at some point, it’s just not sustainable. But it can’t happen this year, I just have to stay […]

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Work done, we may now rest

We were running out of poo bags so I tipped the whole basket of Poppet things on the floor to fish out any that were left straggling. Poppet, on the other hand, decided to help herself to various balls and toys, take them into the bedroom and work on their annihilation. I didn’t even know […]

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