I've just watched Back to the Future in the Odeon, Peterborough in 1985 and am speaking to you now via a ZX Spectrum hooked up to PRESTEL using an acoustic coupler.
Give me a break here; I'm pulling **80 baud** on causality-mangling asynchronous transmission!!
Anyway, the thing I need to say is: It's 1985. Around about when I got ill with CFS/ME. Do you get picture? Do you see the size of it? Can you conceive of the scale of the personal loss?
35 years. Had I come out of university when I first got ill, I'd be looking forward to retirement right now. My career has been obliterated. Much of my life and the lives of a million others, lost.
Roads? Where we were going we didn't need roads: Because it was straight to bed. The way ahead was entirely blocked to us.
Truly, M.E is a nasty way to travel through time. I will return battered and old. I will arrive without my family and friends. I will arrive in pain.
But you know what? I will arrive. And my intention is to pull as many M.E patients as I can back to the future with me.
>TRANSMISSION END. LINE DROPPED: 1.358 - THUNDERSTORM.
[Blog post written listening to:]
TLDR Summary: 35 years is a very long time to be ill. It's a lot of your life. A huge loss.
