ME, Myself and I

For a while I'd been incredibly, bone achingly tired. It seemed that there were so many things on the go I wasn't so much juggling as perfoming all manner of circus tricks whilst also cooking tea, going to work every day, alphabetising my vinyl, and cleaning the floor. I went to the doctors, and I got diagnosed with ME. Which is terrifying really, as I don't have time to get sick and I certainly don't have time to slow down.


This was around four years ago. Thus far, I haven't gone on medication. It's coming though, as the pains are getting a lot worse and I'm starting to lose mobility. Scary stuff indeed.

Of course, a la He-Man, only a few others share my secret. There's no reason for this apart from the inevitability of being treated like an immobile idiot by other, mobile idiots. Which simply won't do.

So - there you are, I have ME. Try to lay off the patronising statements and enquiries, and I'll try not to moan too much about it (though sometimes I will).