A bit of positivity goes a long way.

So on the whole I have to say that Tuesday was pretty good.

  • Woke up with the usual amount of pain, tight muscles and stiff joints.
  • Took all my pills, skipped breakfast as feeling sick like most mornings.
  • Went to the Chemist to pick up my monthly sack of meds which fits just nicely into my rucksack.
  • Then treated myself to a haircut, I do like a bit of pampering every six weeks.
  • After the haircut I treated myself to a bacon roll and a black coffee, absolute heaven, don’t do this very often, so I really enjoyed it.
  • Today just keeps getting better and better.
  • Then came the part of the day I had been looking forward to I was picked up from home by one of my colleagues and got a ride to the office for the monthly team meeting. The last one I had attended was May just before my health took a nosedive. It was so nice to see the whole team again, even taking part in the impromptu photo shoot for facebook as Tuesday was national stress awareness day. Then the Boss gave me a lift home after, makes me realise just how important my work mates are to me and also how important my job is to me.
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  • The offending picture. My God, how many chins?
  • So you see it’s these times with my family and my dog and these moments friends and colleagues each day or week or month, that mean I can carry on, that keep me positive whilst I am continually waiting for neurology or rheumatology appointments, for chronic pain and chronic fatigue clinics and most importantly having to wait for the occasional bacon roll.
  • When I got home I was absolutely exhausted my pain levels had returned to “I need to lie down right now and not move for at least week” but it was so worth it.
  • Then I spent a lovely evening with the family, nice meal and a lot more pills, then watched a bit of telly to unwind.
  • Finally got to bed around 3am, but that was OK as I knew I had a couple of days of nothing to do but relax and recover.

For me that’s what I call balance and it seems to be working out OK.

 

In the words of Mister Spock “Live long and Prosper”