Regular readers will have realised that Monday isn’t working out too well for the regular blog share post. Maybe yours truly isn’t organised enough (yes, Mum, I know!), maybe I prioritise my admin role for scheduling within a Facebook group (Chronic Illness Bloggers, I love you all), maybe the day to day fluctuations of my own chronic illness just take over.
One of the most frustrating aspects of chronic illness – chronic pain, Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, POTS etc etc – for me is being robbed of the ability to make plans. Don’t get me wrong, I do still make plans but I hate having to cancel and at times it does feel easier just not to make those plans in the first case. It would be so easy to slide into an oblivion of constant sofa days without ever having to worry about keeping an appointment. But this is too often the reality for the chronically ill with regular flare days and once very active people find themselves unable to keep up with life – certainly true for me. So I must still try to make arrangements and to get out and about when I can. I won’t be running any marathons soon, but this week I have managed a couple of trips to the park (between rain days) and a cinema visit to watch a recording of Matthew Bourne’s ballet Romeo and Juliet from Sadlers Wells. Different, controversial, inspiring, beautiful, dark, amazing…..just some of the words to describe it.
The beginning of half term was dominated by A level English Literature course work, as the lovely girl battled to complete her comparison of two self chosen novels. With hindsight – that wonderful thing! – I think that maybe she bit off rather too much in choosing A Little Life (Hanya Yanagihara) and The Goldfinch (Donna Tartt), both weighty tomes. The first deadline came and went, as did the second. Meanwhile a Whatsapp group gaggle was regularly checking in as they all struggled to complete their pieces on their respective books. By the following morning the lovely girl’s piece was complete but needed to be cut by 1500 words!!! Hubby and I were called in to help with proof reading/editing, which was hard enough for me as I have only read one of the books, but hubby has read neither! We were both sent packing pdq, but we do feel that we know the books inside out now (I have read A Little Life and thoroughly recommend it – warning not a happy read!!). Finally, 24 hours after the original school deadline, her piece was submitted…..now it is on to the Extended Project and the art coursework. I may not be physically doing the work, but I feel like I am (ha, ha, ha).
I think that I have found some great new blogs for you this week and hopefully will brighten your day as we step well and truly into Autumn – the rain in my part of the UK has been horrendous. Grab yourself a cuppa, sit back and enjoy!
http://chronicallyhopeful.com/exploring-the-garden-and-our-first-family-bbq-in-years/
http://calminsights.com/come-lets-sit-and-heal-each-other/
https://teaandcakeforthesoul.wordpress.com/2017/10/20/apple-coconut-squares/
https://novelisteer.wordpress.com/2019/10/18/i-wish-you-all-the-best-by-mason-deaver/
https://moriganna.com/work/starting-to-stress-out-practical-tips-to-prevent-spiralling/
https://lifewithspinabifida.com/2019/10/21/the-job-search-has-ended-why-am-i-relieved/
https://crookedbearcreekorganicherbs.com/2019/10/21/october-herb-of-the-month-safflower/
https://www.thecurvaceousvegan.com/2019/09/19/am-i-ever-going-to-be-enough-in-the-blogging-world/
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Have a great week!
Claire x
Before the front door slams I always hear the same phrase leave hubby’s lips “Don’t do anything stupid!” – I mean as if!!! I had helped the dog up – he can no longer stand unaided which prove problematic for yours truly – and then headed for his pottery water bowl. “That looks a bit manky, Sam, I’ll get you some fresh water” :just as I was crossing the kitchen, heavy bowl in hand and stretching the ligaments to the limit – one hip decided to go disco dancing all by itself. Pop! Out of socket it leapt and left its owner leaping across the floor, skidding in the dog’s manky water and the owner nose diving toward the hard tiles of the kitchen floor.
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