Everything feels a bit ‘hurry up and wait’ just now. I’ve found someone to swap flats with, but he wants to postpone, I’ve got a new neurologist, but I have to wait for some treatment, and the one I’m trying just now may or may not be helpful, and I’m still waiting to hear about […]Read More Hurry Up and Wait
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 […]Read More Cartesian Care
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. […]Read More Of Beds and Bedrooms
I am not good at anniversaries. Even my 21st birthday was spent in the cab of a lorry in France. My friend Helen had got me a bottle of Orangina. Orangina was GREAT. We didn’t have anything as nice in the UK. As a kid I thought the war was AGES ago, but as the […]Read More Foam Slippers Redux
First of all, the last thing a migraineur needs is dosing with oestrogen and second of all the last thing a spoonie needs is a new slew of drugs and their side effects on top of whatever nest of medications they are already juggling. Woah – there’s a mixed metaphor for you, and as good […]Read More HRT? No thanks, I’ll pass.