Ness, The Girl with the 5 lads and Fibro blogger, has come up with a great idea to encourage those of us who have been ill for some time to fall back in love with ourselves. She is planting a little seed to see how it grows and flourishes into something that can only be good, a place to learn to love ourselves again and all the wonderful attributes besides our diagnosis.
So by using the #Besides my Diagnosis and answering some questions about ourselves, not our illness, we can start to catch sight of “the real me” again and share some self-love and appreciation for people who need to feel they are more than their diagnosis.
Here goes….
1. #besidesmydiagnosis the three things about my appearance that I love in the mirror?
My eyes – still large & brown, my thick hair which my lovely friend Bev cuts beautifully and my height 5ft 8″
2. #besidesmydiagnosis the things I have read most are?
Jane Austen, Thomas Hardy and Thomas the Tank Engine

3. #besidesmydiagnosis my favourite comfort foods are?
Banana, dark chocolate and marmalade on toast
4. #besidesmydiagnosis my favourite past times are?
Watching films – Netflix, Amazon & cinema when I can, food & eating, volunteering at 2 schools, reading & listening to Radio 4 dramas/books
5. #besidesmydiagnosis my biggest accomplishment since illness is?
Getting 2 boys nearly through teenage years – girl still to come!
6. #besidesmydiagnosis I feel my best quality is?
Caring
7. #besidesmydiagnosis my motto/mantra to live by?
My headmaster used to regularly ask in Latin “what is the thief of time?” to which we would all answer “procrastination”…..so
these days I try to live for the day and not put off until tomorrow anything I can do today…..I may not be able to do it tomorrow!
8. #besidesmydiagnosis I would love to travel to?
Venice – we planned to go for our 20th anniversary and I wasn’t up to it
Africa for a safari and New England in the fall – both of which we had planned 20 years ago when I unexpectedly found I was pregnant!
9. #besidesmydiagnosis my guilty pleasure is?
The Vampire Diaries on Netflix
10. #besidesmydiagnosis I have many dreams and ambitions such as?
To revisit New York; to open a birthday cake business (I try to do it informally for friends); to open a hospice/care home for young people


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#Besides My Diagnosis


A visit to the dentist got me thinking again about what our medication does to us. I am pleased to report that the dentist was very impressed when I opened my mouth – no not to speak , he made sure that didn’t happen – but to see a set of filling free gnashers! Quite a feat at my grand old age as my kids remind me. Forget the dodgy back, bendy limbs, loose joints, malfunctioning bladder and pain, because my teeth are still ok!
In the heady days of my early career as a London staff nurse, when we both worked hard and played hard, I was introduced to red wine. I’d never really liked it before, but our medic friends Steve and Tina introduced us to a certain wine bar in Leicester Square – and Steve introduced Duncan to a single malt whisky club, least said about that the better!! The Cork & Bottle was a basement bistro style wine bar and was the only place in the early ’90s where a particular Aussie red wine was to be found. More than once the four of us drank them dry of our favourite and had to be thrown out when we outstayed our welcome. I have no idea if it is still there, but it holds some great memories.
But at times when it feels like there are few pleasures left, a tipple is called for – except for when it starts to taste DISGUSTING! My favourite red wine tasted foul – bitter and sediment like really cheap, student wine. What on earth was going on?? Did I ever remember to tell my patients that favourite food and drink might become unpalatable? In my head and neck days it went without saying, but I’m not sure that I really understood just how much my mouth, and my eyes for that matter, would change due to drugs. A drier, sore mouth with taste buds that could no longer taste – sweet food became a no, no and savoury food never had enough flavour.


As you already know, another major achievement has been weaning myself off oxycontin and it hasn’t been easy. I feel proud of myself for being bloody minded enough to stick with the withdrawal and I can report that some of the opiate brain fog has lifted. My memory is better – my kids might dispute this – and I have taken to social media as I feel more able to read blogs and facebook, twitter reports etc – again I’m not sure that the kids see this as a positive. For me this is a sign that my concentration is improved and that there is a glimmer of the old me still lurking. But..again a negative, the pain has increased – I won’t dwell on this although I can relieve it by lying on my back and turning the stimulation up! Not particularly conducive to shopping.
Student engineer’s first lesson


re thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners. So that if we will plant nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with many—either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry—why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.”



