I realise there's nothing super about Myalgic Encephalomyelitis but, hey, artistic license and all that. Plus, I promised you at least one snappy title.
For snappy read: a big hulking mouthful of a title.
You're just going to have to work with me on this...
So, yes. I still have M.E.
This will, however, be a fairly short one (is that a sigh of relief I can hear at the back?) as, to be honest, not an awful lot has changed.
I'm still perpetually exhausted; still cerebrally challenged; still experiencing an assortment of aches and pains in far flung places.
I acknowledged my One Year anniversary back in August. I would say celebrated, but it's not really much of a cause for celebration is it? One whole year of feeling like total utter poop, with no discernible end in sight.
Yep, no need to bring out the bunting for that...
As well as pacing, specialist appointments, and theory courses, I've also been on a seemingly endless rotation of sleeping tablets.
It wasn't so much trial and error as just plain error. After error, after error...
I was advised, after the third attempt, that perhaps, at this point, a rubber hammer might be more effective in knocking me out.
So, no more drugs for me. But still no sleep either.
Well folks, that just about sums up where I am, right-this-very-minute, with the whole M.E. thing.
It would be disingenuous to call it a 'journey'. That would a) be too complimentary, and b) imply there was a destination, a terminus, an end point. Which, of course, there isn't.
Unless it's hell.
Now you mention it...