About ten days ago, I read on feemail’s Instagram that she was having a flare-up, and I remember thinking how bad things can become and how unfair life can be. I also thought how lucky I was to not have had a flare-up in a long time. And then, of course, it hit me last Monday with all the unfortunate symptoms in the book. Compared to some I’ve experienced, it’s not a bad one: my room is only partially dark, I can still take the dog the to dog park (and then collapse on the bench at the park, and subsequently collapse again in bed when I get home), but other simple tasks that require more concentration (going over my data, trying to restore the 3,500 words lost by the sudden death of my laptop, or even simple phone calls) completely flatten me. If I try, I pay with migraine and nausea, my teeth start shattering, and then my limbs follow.
Meet the gang
Hello, we’re two expat friends (aka Tournesol and Tigerduck) and a dog (Micro-the-Dog, aka “the boss”). After living in London for 18 and 16 years respectively (or 5 years in the case of Micro), we’ve just made a leap of faith back across the channel and are building a new life in Munich. Thank you for reading our musings about the world, life, living with CFIDS/ME, music, crafts, dogs and other observations.
Singer, PhD student in psychology & living with chronic illness; 50% of dots&yarn. Huc coeamus!