If I have to write and delete the start of this post one more time I may put my laptop away and bury myself in the duvets and blankets that currently surround me, as I sit and try not to lose my flow while my morning medication kicks in. The view out of my bedroom window also seems to be presenting itself as a distraction. I will quite often forget what I am thinking or saying. Words get confused or just vanish and my whole thought process will then change or just stop. This is becoming my new normal.There are many things that will have to start to become my new normal as I adapt my lifestyle in order to put my health first.
I was hoping that the transition from my thirty’s to forty’s would be an exciting new chapter in my life. I had my children relitivly young and this was going to be “my time”. Business was picking up with plenty of festivals booked and ways to expand, giving me the opportunities and means to travel and explore the country while visiting friends. That was my plan before life threw me a plot twist that would change it all. I am now, very much someone who doesn’t have a clue where life is heading and can not do anything but pootle about in my their own little world filled with Fibrofog.
Right now I should be out in the garden finishing off what I have not really made a start on yet. This is one of the many new challenges I’m facing and one. amongst many others that I will be writing about. Even writing this blog post has led to the creation of another, which I am hoping will be easier as this has taken not only a lot more time and energy than normal, but has also presented myself with something I had not quite realised was going to such a struggle.
The plus points from this is that I have started and that I am still in bed meaning as soon as I have posted this, I shall turn the radio down and snuggle under the duvets and blankets that have been calling me all day.
The Proverbial Dandelion 