So, I've got a week off at last, I love half term. I'm enjoying it so far. I don't want to whinge, I'm fine and happy and well enough at the moment and off to visit a friend in London for a few days.
Recently I've had days where I just don't think any of my family or friends understand. If I'm tired, they tell me to do more exercise. When I forget, or can't put a sentence together, they tell me that everyone does it, I'm just getting old. When my joints ache. I should lose weight. One friend even went so far as to spike my drink with vodka on a recent trip (after a long flight with aspirin etc) because he thought I was being miserable. I'm terrified of something happening to me but because it's not visible, it's like it's not real.
I know that they all care massively, I just wish I could make them understand why I've convinced myself that a pain in my bum cheek is a dvt and not from overdoing it at a wedding on the weekend (that monkeyman song = monkey dancing).
So maybe it's me. Maybe I should put these things to the back of my mind and put it all down to getting older. Mind over matter and all that. Hoodie up, run up some steps and in your face antibodies! Back off!