So I was lying in bed with the Baroness. I had a headache (all day) my stomach was doing cartwheels and I just felt awful. We're chatting, talking about understanding, the kids and just my general health.
It suddenly dawned on me, twenty one years down the line that I'm tired, so very tired. Tired in the literal sense and just so tired of being ill. Constantly ill for two decades. According to the doctors my recurring throat troubles, my aching joints, my continual stomach issues, etc are all 'side effects' of epilepsy medication. That and the fact that my brain is generally knackered anyway. I can't remember what it feels like to feel healthy.
And I cried.
The Baroness witnessed a mini breakdown. Yep, twenty years of feeling like crap finally got the better of me. The Baroness held my hand, gave me a little kiss, told me that we'd get through whatever, and that was that. It was over.