redbackbites

My identity has been impacted by three important events in my life.  The first one, was when I was 25 and I started Art School.  The second one was the first time I came out as same sex attracted at age 36, and the last one was when I was diagnosed with ME/CFS nearly two…

19th July I can’t remember what I did. It’s gone. Organised some buy nothing stuff. 20th and 21st July Sleep in, went to show in the afternoon. Went to Trixs. Ate the bad dinner, woke up vomiting at 4am. Couldn’t do much didn’t feel like eating. 22nd Woke up, walked Clifford.  Mostly rested, still sick…

18 th July. Too many things were happening and there was too much to do. I’m trying to write this on the 23rd of July and don’t really remember the day so well. I did leave myself a couple of notes as prompts. I spent my ‘usable’ hours writing and posting blog posts. I walked…

17th July 2019 I woke up at my usual time of around 10-30am.  I was trying to finish these blog posts and subsequently post them whilst eating my breakfast and drinking my tea. I paid part of my partners hospital bill and read her hospital report. The nurses name was the thing which stood out…

Today I woke up at 9-30am. I threw some dishes in the sink and some washing in the machine, while the kettle boiled for my tea. I organised these things and have been sitting writing these blog posts.  I hope they make sense. I’m sure they’ll be filled with grammatical errors etc because, brain fog. …

16 July 2019 I’m sitting here doing my morning wake up in front of the computer and I’m struggling to remember what I did yesterday. I’m never ‘awake’ at this time of the day, shortly after I get up. The brain fog is at it’s worst. I had stayed at my (other) Partners house. I…

14 July 2019 I thought I would try and write a diary for a few weeks, partly for me and partly to show people what my day is like. To give insight into my limitations having ME/CFS.  I woke up today, too early, I usually like to be in bed until about 10am, giving me…

I get out of bed and my head is fuzzy, I’m most definitely not awake. My dog, Clifford is sound asleep on the bed next to me.  I turn around and reach for the bedside draw, I take my daily medication for my thyroid.  I stand up, my feet hurt, all through the muscles and…