So, it's been nearly three months since I last updated my blog. Some readers know why, others I am sure can guess why. If you don't fall into either of those categories, then it'll suffice to say that I have been okay. There have been no traumas, no break-ups, no hospitalisations, no death and destruction. Thank you to those people who have contacted me to check I'm okay, it was really nice of you :)
Working back through things I have posted about...
I still have ME. Or CFS. Or fibromyalgia. Or whatever you want to call it - there's been a bit of a semantics debate about that elsewhere. I'm still ill, yeah? But I'm getting more used to it and if I'm careful I can do more things. Which is nice.
The withdrawal from the Cipramil was over and done with a couple of weeks after my last post at the beginning of September, and I am continuing to thrive quite happily without any form of antidepressants. I'm very glad to be off them again and have found myself wondering if it was such a bright idea to allow myself to go on them in the first place. I mean, I was a bit frustrated and upset about no longer being able to work and go for walks and ride my bike and all the rest of it, but I wasn't exactly slitting my wrists - so did my mental health need a pharmaceutical intervention, or would I have sorted myself out anyway?
Steve's work contract, which in the last post I made, was just beginning, is now coming to an end. As of this Friday he is a free man. He's got various things planned for the winter, like training courses, fixing up his motorbike, going skiing, a good chunk of hibernation and so on.
My mum's wedding went well. However given the nature of the internet, pictures will NOT be posted. Take my word for it that the bride and groom looked great and had a lovely day. The cake from Sweet-As was a definite hit, as were the wedding favours I had prepared.
The fits are still occurring when I am overtired. I had another EEG, a "sleep-deprived" one this time, but I haven't heard back about any results yet. I suspect that the EEG machine doesn't actually do anything, and the neurologists just think it's fun to make someone stay awake all night, no tea or coffee or chocolate and a hundred other conditions, and then stick wires to their head and flash bright lights at them.
Pip's Littlun turned two, and he's still every bit as adorable and lovely (and, on occasion, as much of a pain in the bum) as he was aged one. Pip's house looked like a tornado in the Early Learning Centre for a couple of weeks after the birthday, but now it's all cleared up. And ready for Christmas. Um.
The scooter is still wonderful for when I am at Steve's house. It's got wet a few times though. I had bought a supposedly "weatherproof" cover for it, but that's not much help in anything more than the lightest drizzle. So Steve is making a cover out of thick plastic sheets and duct tape.
...okay, I think that covers most of the stuff mentioned on the front page. I haven't gone through the archives. If I've missed anything just let me know in the comments. I may try and do another post later.