Saturday, 5 May 2012
Thanks to lovely GP I no longer feel like I'm fire-fighting constantly. Still, the truth remains that I took this year out to get to grips with and get support for my condition as it was then. 8 months later and a lot has changed - nothing dramatic, just a steady drip drip drip of gradual deterioration - a bit more nausea, a new twinge, another misbehaving joint, another food I can't tolerate, another fall. I don't know my body anymore. I can't help but wonder what life's going to look like a year from now when I'm supposed to be gearing up to start work. Today I'm really tired and a bit scared. I hope it all looks a bit brighter in the morning.