A tale of attempting silence by non verbal cues in my house… (Anyone that knows my house will know where this is going…)
Talking and laughing, the things that we all take for granted, are the things that I can no longer do a great deal of. Which is a complete shit because, hey, who doesn’t like doing those things? It’s called fun, right?
Continue reading The rise and fall of the red card
Spoonies I’m in some strife and I need your help with my pacing strategies.
This is your call to action….. (Everyone else, strange ‘spoonie’ and ‘spoon’ references will become clearer….)
Life these last few weeks has been ridiculous. This crazy, stupid, mad woman has been cramming just too much in. My pacing strategies have gone completely out the window. And for what? To try and earn some god damn money. Damn it. Continue reading I can’t spoon for toffee… say what?
Not my usual buoyant self. Woken from sleep. Mind you it was 1am in the morning and my patience was wearing thin. Freddie Kruger was in the house.
Do you unknowingly have a form of dysautonomia?
It can affect you at any age and there are many reasons it can present itself. Perhaps your doctors haven’t been able to put their finger on what’s wrong or you still feel something is amiss? Could it be POTS?
The following article about a young man and his journey to get diagnosed with Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome (POTS) will provide some interesting insight into what this form of dysautonomia is and how, to the untrained eye, it can be missed. Continue reading Exhausted all the time? Nauseous? Dizzy? Shaky? Could it be POTS – a type of Dysautonomia?
OK I’ve been saving this one up. Stewing on it and cooking up my mad woman.
Hence attached photo of angry woman – she is how I feel on the topic to come. I make no apology for the length of this post, it’s reflective of the time it’s taken me to get the correct diagnosis of Ehlers Danlos Syndrome…
I am a mother. I am a wife. I am a freelance consultant. I am actually quite a lot of bloody stuff. Now with a health doo dah thrown in.
As I continue to understand this thing I have, I continue to make strides (in a somewhat haphazard way) to battle against the old expectations of myself and to carve out the new me. Whatever that is. This week was another one of those weeks where I continued to make progress in rewriting my book of life…specifically my work life.
It was another one of those ‘old expectations’ weeks. The ‘old chestnut’ that pops up a lot. Continue reading Why breakfast events are history
Frustrated. Angry. Disappointed. Bloody over it.
Woke up this morning not in the best mood (can you tell?). Too many expletives to mention exited my mouth. Husband has slunk off to a quieter place. Though he did make me a cup of tea first. All because of my invisible illness. Continue reading Dealing with the invisible