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10 miles walked today.

Am heading for 20,000 steps, so that's ten miles walked today.  We must, of course add on a couple of thousand words as well, as mental-effort counts just the same.

Clearly I am coming out of the suppressed health resulting from my two broken arms and back to walking at the kind of level that will enable me to complete the London Marathon.

And this very good:  My M.E has been unable to use my injuries, the necessary time in bed, and the energetic cost of repairing my bones to reassert itself ... and this is because, I believe, the M.E has gone.

And that's absolutely amazing. :)

 

UPDATE:

22,000 steps, that's what, 11 miles? We're into half-marathon territory already.  In fact I could run a half marathon *tomorrow*.  Why have I highlighted the latter?  Because tomorrow would have been a write-off.  Tomorrow, and the day after and, at my worst, the months after such exertion would have been spent in darkness and in pain.  That's a large chunk of what M.E is: illness following exertion.

After being a patient advocate from the 1990s up until patient activism reared its ugly head in the late 2010s, can you imagine how much I burn to share how I got better with People with M.E?  Over the years, people I've known have ended their existence due to M.E and due to the vicious social treatment of M.E patients.  Over the years I have supported countless lonely souls, trapped in an illness that they don't understand and their doctors don't understand.  Can you imagine how much I want to walk up the mountains of Wales with teams of other patients who've got better?

But this will never happen.  It can never happen.  I accept this.  It is rotten.  It is unfair.  It makes me want to weep uncontrollably like the wonderful snowflake that I undoubtedly am.  I will try my level best to help find M.E patients a treatment and cure for their disease, but in all circumstances I will never interact with them again.

The M.E patient community sent me back to severe M.E without care, without justice and without the support network I needed in order to continue.

It is a good thing that I am a resourceful man.  It is a good thing that I could occupy M.E with fortitude, with strength and, above all things, with honesty.