Oh what a luverly day it's been - the sun has out shone itself, warming my joints to the very core darklings!
The CFS mist is lifting, (somewhat) and I feel kind of alive.
Meeting friends for coffee, doing a yoga class, (sighs) I have been experiencing a small period of wellbeing. Could it be the homeopathic remedy? Or perhaps the carnelian crystals? Or even the combination of many things? At the moment I'm too glad to care!
I don't mean to be a party pooper - but this is where the trouble (could) start............
You see, feeling like this - bouncy and happy, can make you feel high on life, kind of invincible (like a super hero).
If I was sensible I would drag out my enormous folder on coping mechanisms. My doctor referred me on a course run by the nhs a while back. There was a group of us CFS victims and a cognative behavioural therapist (CBT) person who ran it. It was an extremely helpful course, but like other good things, due to cut backs I believe it may no longer exist.
I guess it's a kind of bury my head in the sand moment, but, I promise you darklings, tomorrow, the dreaded folder will emerge from the depths of wherever it is - like a phoenix from the flames!
(Waves fist in the air, and attempts to do Mel Gibson impersonation) 'You can take our energy, but you can't take our freedom!' Wow, apologies I went off on a bit of a tangent there! Anyway, you get the gist, I WILL NOT go too mad.
Toodle pip
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