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I'm 57 and had M.E/CFS symptoms for as long as I can remember. Diagnosed 1988, as was my daughter, then aged just barely 11. Crafting has kept me sane through these many years and I've tried my hand at lots of things. Currently I'm cardmaking and crocheting,but also enjoy, drawing, writing poems, scrapbooking, making jewellery, fimo, needle felting, dressmaking...I could make a long list. As a dedicated Jehovah's Witness I also, naturally, have a keen interest in the Bible. See my projects on my CDAC Page http://priscillastyles.ning.com/profile/LINDAWESCOTT#?= as well as my crafting blog, link through badge below

Saturday, 11 December 2010

And you thought this was a good day.

You get up and for the first time in days/weeks/months you feel pretty good.......ok, you didn't notice you forgot to put your bra on until you had four layers on, that could happen to anyone. You go to the bathroom and push the button on top of the tap and it's only when nothing happens you remember you don't have a push button tap... not anywhere in the house..... never in your life. 

Managing to get downstairs in-tact you put the kettle on, put coffee in your cup and get your milk (substitute) out of the fridge. On turning back to your cup you discover it's not a cup, but the flask for the hand held blender.....you manage to laugh it off. 

You ignore all the trips, slips, spills, things you drop, knock over..we'll say no more. 

Later that morning you're asked to book a drs appointment....my eldest daughter has not been able to leave her granddad for five days, until today - as others can stay with him she has to work 9am - 9pm to make up some hours. The dr's are duly rung, and her name given to the receptionist. The very sweet natured receptionist can't find her.. what's her address? You explain you don't know - she's only your daughter after-all.  Asked for her date of birth, you panic and can't remember. Sweet receptionist reassures you that she'll find her without. You can hear her telling someone, 'I'll never find her, there are just too many'.

With relief you find your address book, eventually turn up the right page.............and see you've given her maiden name, Davis. Sweetie keeps telling you there is no need to apologise, you keep apologising.

The upshot is, you decide that when the men in the nice white coats arrive with the big butterfly net and promises of a quiet padded room.................you intend going.

1 comment:

  1. I love this post Linda! A typical day! Going to try and share it on twitter!x


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