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23 August 2016
I’m not saying us Manic Depressives are easily distracted
or anything but I've made 3 consecutive cups of tea so
far this morning and failed to remember to drink every
one of them until they were cold. I give up. Proseccos
always ready when I am.
23 August 2016
Riddle me This people?: Why do I feel so choked with
sadness when I think back to my early years. When we
listened to The Levellers and sat about on grassy verges
drinking scrumpy and smoking weed. It feels like a loss.
Like a bereavement. If it was that good shouldn’t it make
me happy? I feel sad reminiscing.
26 August 2016
This is horrendous. I’m used to fatigue and weakness but
this has been absolutely relentless since Tuesday. Day and
night lay down with windows open to trying gasp for air.
Numerous attempts at getting up and standing long
enough to make a cup of tea - finally achieved it after
attempt 4 this morning / afternoon.
I’ve hardly even had the strength to post on Facebook so
you know it’s serious. My arms are too weak to heave
myself up into a sitting position in bed - like when I had
chemo. When’s it going to end? Is this just the normal
Fibromyalgia or some kind of side effect from the HRT
or the Tramadol? Whatever it is, I’m sick to death of
being a prisoner inside my own body and its getting real
old real quick. Answers on a post card medical bods?
