My honest story about being young and living with a chronic condition
Day 7 Our day started off with some psychology which seems to bore us all to death.
Day 6 – Week 2 I definitely have that Monday morning feeling. I had quite a bad nights sleep so motivating myself was quite difficult.
Day 5 I can’t tell you how happy i was that it was Friday. It had been an awfully long week. In 8 hours i would be travelling home to a comfortable chair, my own bed and surrounded by my family catching up on tv (who knew the little things could make such a difference)…
Day 4 Throughout our session with the nurse we finally focused on the common medications that people with chronic pain are given.
Day 3 I struggled to get out of bed as i was so tired (something i will probably be repeating quite a bit).
Day 2 I woke up to my room phone ringing. I had overslept and it was 9:05.
Day 1 on the program So this morning I was up bright and early as I had to be at my first session at 9.
So the day has come for me to start my pain management residential stay at Thomas’s hospital.
My blog has been quiet for a couple of months. I just haven’t been able to unjumble the words and thoughts in my head in order to write something that best describes how I am feeling. The truth is, I don’t really know. I am at a point at the moment where I am constantly…
On Sunday 9th April, my boyfriend will be participating in a run/walk from Shoeburyness to Leigh-on-sea to raise money for Fibromyalgia awareness. Both his mum and I suffer with the condition and have had to leave full time work because of it. Fibromyalgia has become the pinnacle of our lives leaving little room for much…
Chronic illness changes us as people but, we can often forget the impact that our conditions can have on the people closest to us. The people who see us when we are in pain, when we struggle from day to day and our mood is unpredictable. We forget how difficult it must be for them to helplessly watch us in pain. I first met…
So here we go again. Round two with the DWP. I am preparing to be thrown in the ring again. 6 months I have waited for this assessment. 6 months of dreading that letter in the post. 6 months of hoping that I will accumulate enough evidence to prove that I am unfit for work.
