chronic-illness
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The weekend started as it always does. Kike gets up first as he takes Summer to Jiujitsu. They leave and River hops into bed with me. “Mummy not sleeping.”No sweetheart, I’m not sleeping.“I’m very hungry.” OK, that’s my cue to get up, even though I know Kike would have already given him Breakfast Number 1. Read more
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Morning Adjustments Kike took the day off so I could start recovering. When I’m in a flare (that’s when everything simply stops working), there’s not much I can do except rest. He managed to get River up and give him breakfast but last night caught up with him too and he went back to sleep. Read more
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Slow Morning Recovery Well, I was broken. I stayed in bed till 11:30am, leaving the kids to their iPads and snacks, only getting up to make them lunch. I slowly worked through the chores: dishwasher, kitchen, laundry – the usual. I was determined to preserve my energy, as I had plans later. River entertained himself Read more
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I asked Kike to get River up this morning. I was just too tired and knew I’d need my energy for the day ahead. Those two extra hours in bed were pretty nice. When did 8:30am become a lie-in? It’s funny how parenthood completely resets the definition of “rested.” A Pyjama Day I took the Read more
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Cancelled Plans & Spoon Calculations Last night, I asked a friend if she wanted to meet up for lunch and she said yes. About an hour later, I went to book a table and my whole body began to hurt. The thought of getting the children up and ready, packing day bags and travelling made Read more
50 days of River 