Hi everyone, I have been doing pretty well although not working. I have volunteered to the local hospice and was looking forward to starting that. However last week, after a long day travelling to see my sister and all the chit-chat there, then another whole afternoon at a speeding (driving) awareness lecture where I really had to concentrate for 4 hours, I felt so rubbish on the days following. Now a week later I'm beginning to feel anywhere near normal. I slept for most of 2 days and felt all the old nasties of anxiety, confusion and irritability come flooding back.. yuk. I suppose I should be glad that I can still drive to be going to a speeding awareness session for my naughty offence eh? I was reminded of something I read a long while ago and thought I would share it with anyone out there who is suffering the same sort of set-backs. Its an extract from "a letter from your brain"
I quote; "what I need you to do is this: because neither of us knows how badly I've been hurt (and things are still a little foggy for me), or how much I will need to recover, or how quickly, please go s - l - o - w - l - y when you start back trying to resume your life. If I give you a headache or make you sick to your stomach, or make you unusually irritable, or confused, or disoriented or afraid, or make you feel that you are overdoing it, I'm tring to get your attention in the only way I can. Stop and listen to me". Just a little reminder for all of us who are so anxious to get on with life and sometimes feel "held up" by the constraints of this awful disease.