Hammered on the Sabbath
When you have ME, it's like somebody took a big complicated computer game into your brain, and said 'Ok, there are about a million ways you are going to be affected by this blooming condition. In the game, a green super elve is gonna shout intructions at you all day, and if you miss them, then, huh, that's you, your energy is depleted to annihilation.'
It goes a bit like this. I slept long and then woke to find my head just mushy with all the energy that got lost during the week. Then I make sure I get my supplements in me with the rice cakes that seem to be the only food in the cupboard. They take a while to kick in. My friend arrives as an hour later I am attempting to make lunch that I can eat in the car, and hang out the washing. he is like, pleeese tell me if you are running late, to which I grumble irrationally 'pleeease help me then.' He and I hang the washing, and we go off to Comet to hand the paper work in for the fridge.
My paper work was left out in the sun by accident, and its all faded, meaning I have to have a very long chat to four different men, to sort out one dead fridge.
Well, our next stop is B&Q, and not too hard to guess, but its a flat NO for employment opportunitites. Fresh paint makes me throw up now. I go round in the scooter, looking all nonchalant coz although the concept of using motability aids has been discussed with my friend, I haven't actually gone wheelabout with him. So, me trying to look like, 'hey, what's a girl got to do with wonky legs' self consciously, and him probably just aware I'm a bit shorter than normal.
Several rounds round, and my driving skills are remarkably good for a girl whose range of allergy responses (am allergic to rather an impressive amount of chemicals in B & Q) range from nausea, to blast in your head sleepiness, to inability to speak proper. No scooter in here goes passed the speed limit of tortoise, so my head touching the wheel style driving is just another glasgow girl out on the razzle dazzle.
I was going to write a rather complicated analysis of the number of substances I am allergic to that I encountered in my day, by ironically - was too sick to do so. Needless to say - if allergies were beer, then today I was a nissed as a pewt.
It goes a bit like this. I slept long and then woke to find my head just mushy with all the energy that got lost during the week. Then I make sure I get my supplements in me with the rice cakes that seem to be the only food in the cupboard. They take a while to kick in. My friend arrives as an hour later I am attempting to make lunch that I can eat in the car, and hang out the washing. he is like, pleeese tell me if you are running late, to which I grumble irrationally 'pleeease help me then.' He and I hang the washing, and we go off to Comet to hand the paper work in for the fridge.
My paper work was left out in the sun by accident, and its all faded, meaning I have to have a very long chat to four different men, to sort out one dead fridge.
Well, our next stop is B&Q, and not too hard to guess, but its a flat NO for employment opportunitites. Fresh paint makes me throw up now. I go round in the scooter, looking all nonchalant coz although the concept of using motability aids has been discussed with my friend, I haven't actually gone wheelabout with him. So, me trying to look like, 'hey, what's a girl got to do with wonky legs' self consciously, and him probably just aware I'm a bit shorter than normal.
Several rounds round, and my driving skills are remarkably good for a girl whose range of allergy responses (am allergic to rather an impressive amount of chemicals in B & Q) range from nausea, to blast in your head sleepiness, to inability to speak proper. No scooter in here goes passed the speed limit of tortoise, so my head touching the wheel style driving is just another glasgow girl out on the razzle dazzle.
I was going to write a rather complicated analysis of the number of substances I am allergic to that I encountered in my day, by ironically - was too sick to do so. Needless to say - if allergies were beer, then today I was a nissed as a pewt.
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