Watermelon mocktails. I must try these! For some time now, I have been concerned about my drinking. Ian Duncan Smith and the DWP knocked me off my happy little sober wagon last year, and I have been struggling to climb back on ever since. Add my liver cirrhosis into the mix and I absolutely shouldn’t … More A Twist In My (Lack Of) Sobriety
It’s difficult to put it into words, Nan, as to just how much you are still missed on this, your 101st, birthday, but I shall try my best. You are never far from my thoughts and, today on your birthday, my mind is full of wonderful memories. Every year I write about you on your … More To My Nan, On Her Birthday
Yes, I have just shown you the three stages that a damaged liver goes through. I owe this post to a beloved friend of mine from the States, who was already dying when I e-met her, but who urged me to fight and live. She died last November, just before my birthday. So I’m writing … More How My Liver Is Killing Me
Last year, I went for a PIP assessment, which I failed. Apparently, my “high level of intelligence” excludes me from being disabled (epilepsy, anxiety, being autistic… yeah, none of those incringe on my life at all, apparently). As for the ME/CFS… “I wish I could stay in bed all day.” This was actually said to … More ME/CFS Awareness: Not A Lifestyle Choice!
Disclaimer: The following post contains photographs of a spider, and a possibly distressing photograph of myself in intensive care, at death’s door. I don’t know how to hide them, and so I thought I ought to warn you.
It’s that time of year again, when the lovely people at Epilepsy Action start their drive to raise awareness of epilepsy. This year they asked members to contact them and tell them what epilepsy means to sufferers as individuals – because no two epileptic patients are affected in the same way, and this needs to … More March 26th: Purple Day For Epilepsy
“Go on then, just one.” That’s what I always say. And I always mean it, I truly do. The problem is, that I know I’m kidding myself: I can never have “just one” of anything. A multipack of crisps; a favourite cheese; a bottle of gin; a jar of herring in mustard; a box of … More “Go On Then, Just One”
You may have noticed that I was quiet in 2016. I really just wasn’t feeling my muse, and I only write when I have something cohesive to say. Besides, I wanted to see how the year would end, after the dark days of benefit deprivation, celebrity deaths, Brexit and Trump. I can safely say that … More 2016: The Year That Was (Or, Why Sweden Is Wonderful)
I want my life back. I have spent a year trying to work things out with you, and I just can’t do it any more. You and I are through, but I’m a kindly soul and feel that the least you deserve is an explanation. In the beginning you delighted me. You’re a pretty shade … More Dear Amitriptalyne…
Here’s the deal: ever since I gained my passion for our arachnid friends, I have been wanting to dispel some of the ridiculous myths and horror stories surrounding them and their “deadly” venom. Here in Britain the myths most commonly perpetuate around false widows – which turn up in my house all the time and … More In Which My Tarantulas And I Accidentally Become Famous