This blog started as a rubbish journal and, when I learnt NOT to write lists of what I’d eaten and who had annoyed me, gained in popularity from there. It charted the last year of my English degree, my switch to a law postgraduate course, the ending of my relationship with Mike and the beginning of my relationship with the glorious MindReader.
I have a MadFather and a DoctorSister. I am in love with a man called MindReader who, for some reason, loves me back. He carried me up the stairs when I was too sick to walk. We used to live in a tiny flat in Birmingham which I regularly filled with black smoke when it was my turn to cook. In November 09 we moved to suburbia and now we live in a real live house!
The blog has, for about three years now, centred on my mysterious illness. All we know is this: I got glandular fever (mono to you Americans) in January 08. I was then bedridden from about February to about December. My official diagnosis is Post Viral Fatigue Syndrome (AKA Chronic Fatigue Syndrome AKA M.E (Myalgic Encephelomyelitis)). These ridiculous and complicated names amount to this: we don’t know why you’re sick, and we can’t treat you.
I have, on the whole, steadily recovered from my illness. I am not 100% but I am close, though it is a bumpy ride.
I have baths every day. I am always wearing nail polish. I smell things when I pick them up. I take photos of everything and organise them in obsessive folders. I like watching films in my pyjamas, getting suntanned and wearing woolly hats when it’s cold. Sometimes I eat nutella straight out of the jar. I argue a lot and get on my high horse about Shakespeare. I am pissed after a mouthful of wine and can’t dance. I send about 50 emails a day and am always right. I like making lists. I write about my life on the internet.