I said I was going to write a long blog about what happened to me last year.
I changed my mind.
This blog is the reason I have a career as a novelist. It’s been with me since my first ever internet date, it’s travelled the world with me and it’s witnessed me meet and start my life with The Man.
I love my blog. I don’t want to go and take a crap on it, which is what I would be doing were I to inventory the hours, days and weeks of doom during my time stuck in bed.
Getting better is what matters to me today. That’s what I want to think about and write about. To hell with the doom!
But to enable me to begin this joyful new trajectory, I accept that I need to give you at least the basics of what happened. So, in a nutshell, I developed ME (or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome as they now call it,) in May. It took me out completely and I had six months of hell. I guess the only good thing about the whole stinking experience is that I never lost hope, and so never got depressed.. Although I wasn’t exactly happy. When it takes you ten hours to change the sheets on your bed because you have to lie down each time you lift up a sodding pillowcase, your capacity for mirth wanes.
Then I decided to try a thing I’d heard about, called The Lightning Process. After a three day seminar with an amazing woman called Clare Hudman, who is one of their practitioners, I found myself completely well again.
This remains an extraordinary and astonishing thing. IT TOOK THREE DAYS! I could barely move at times and then… Boom. My life was back.
I was out of my bed, I was making plans, seeing friends, starting slowly to exercise again and re-engaging with things that had died during my illness, such as spontaneity and creativity. Oh, and basic conversation.
Now I won’t shut up.
I AM SO HAPPY TO BE WELL THAT I WHOOP EVERY DAY. In fact I feel better than I did before that awful day when I woke up and nothing in my body was working. I feel like a spring lamb but with a blonde fringe and a pair of Nike Pegasuses. I’m infuriatingly joyful. I sometimes just jump up and down.
My friends and family are beyond thrilled but I suspect they sometimes wish I would shut the fuck up. And sit down a bit more often. And be sullen and grumpy at least once in a while. Happy people can be quite annoying.
The Man, though, who has probably had a horrible time looking after me, is all for the whooping and high kicks. He loves it. He’s whooping quite a lot himself these days, although in a bass baritone fashion.
So – testicles to raking over miserable times. Did you hear me? TESTICLES. This blog is going to become an ode to the life I love. I will blog little and often (she says, confidently) about things that have made me smile. Laugh. Punch the air. Feel fantastic. And I shall share them with you, dear readers, and you can share right back. I will call these blogs WOT I LOVED TODAY. And that is that.
Happy New Year, you lovely auld bunch of feckers. May you have a blinding 2014. X