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This post was dictated by Katie and then written by Paul.

This is how I look on bad days like this

This is how I look on bad days like this

The last few days have been rather tough. I’ve had several days where I haven’t really been able to function. All I’ve really been doing is watching YouTube videos, sleeping and the odd bit of scrapbooking. I’m not really eating, not getting dressed and am only getting out of bed for the essentials. I’m aware that I’m not painting a very cheerful picture, but since I’m supposed to be raising awareness about my illness, I have to be honest about my experiences.

On a positive note, however,  I’ve had some encouraging messages about my blog through social media. On days like I’ve just described, when I feel so frustrated, it’s even more amazing to get messages like that. I love hearing about how much my writing is helping people in a similar position to me. Who wouldn’t?

While I can feel lonely, stuck in bed day after day, these kinds of messages can make me feel connected to the world and remind me that what I go through isn’t for nothing. I am thankful that people take the time to send me messages.

Love Katie x

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Since this month is M.E. awareness month, I decided to write my column about how I turned my life around after becoming really sick, I thought you guys might like to read it too.

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If you’re a regular reader of my column then you’ll know that I’ve mentioned before that I suffer with chronic illnesses. One of these illnesses is M.E. (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis), also known as Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. I mention this because May is M.E. Awareness month. The condition itself is wildly misunderstood by the general public and, in many cases, by the medical profession. The illness is mysterious and unpredictable, however, the M.E. Association estimates that there are over 250,000 people in the UK whose lives are effected by M.E.

I have had M.E for my entire life, although I was only diagnosed when I was 14. Throughout my life the symptoms have varied significantly. During my GCSE years I was largely unable to attend school. For most of my A levels the symptoms were relatively mild. For the past three years, however, I have spent month long periods in bed and have deteriorated to not being able to leave my house without a wheelchair or mobility scooter.  The condition affects every areas of my life now, everything from washing, to using a phone, to my sex life is impacted.

I would love to give you a M.E. master class right now, because I know that many of you might not have heard of it before, or don’t really understand what it means.  Frankly, I’d need a lot more than one page to do this, and my editor, for some obscure reason, wasn’t happy about making the whole paper devoted to my column.

I can, however, introduce you to spoon theory. Spoon theory is something developed by Christine Miserandino to explain to a friend what living with Lupus is like, but sufferers of various chronic illnesses have found the theory useful. Christine took five spoons, representing the amount of energy she has for each day.  Washing in the morning costs one spoon. Getting dressed might cost one spoon, making breakfast another. That’s three of the five spoons gone by breakfast. That means there’s only two left for my whole day. Spoons cannot be recovered, once they’re gone, there’s nothing I can do but sleep for the rest of my day. Chronic illness sufferers have found this analogy so useful that many of us have adopted the title ‘spoonie’. On Twitter, Tumblr and most other social media you can find a community of ‘spoonies’.

As you can imagine, I have felt like a prisoner in my own body. It’s a sensation which can be truly devastating. You can feel like you’ve lost everything. I learnt, however, that I had to grieve for what had gone. I had to learn to let go, otherwise I would spend the rest of my life bitter for what I should have. I wasn’t giving up, I was accepting that I would never be able to push my body in a way that healthy people do. I needed to accept the reality of my situation. You can’t manage M.E if you’re delusional, if you ever hope to regain control you need to be aware of what you can actually do. Accepting my physical limitations was very difficult for me, but it was clear that if I didn’t then I’d spend my in a pit of depression.

I have often comes face-to-face with stigma associated with my condition. I’ve experienced scepticism from strangers, doctors and even people who love me. I often get told that I would feel better if I had a bit more sunlight or ate more vegetables. Possibly the most infuriating is when people suggest that I just need to try walking. This never comes from a malicious place, people want to help, but they don’t know how to.

Over the last two years I have actively tried to raise awareness about my condition. One of the most important things that I have learnt is that by only talking about the ‘bad’ things, I’m only telling half of the story. M.E. has changed my life, but it hasn’t killed it. While I have had to let go of an old life, I’ve been fortunate enough to gain a new one. I’ve found a way to communicate the struggles whilst still focusing on the positives. I’m passionate about emphasising that it’s not all bad, but I also realise that no good can come from covering up the hardships. All it causes is ignorance in observers, and pain in sufferers.

Looking back I can see that there were three ‘stages’ of turning my life around, and to start living life, rather than just existing.

The first step for me was to change my perspective. My condition is bad, it’s debilitating, but I’m not dying, and I’m not even the worst M.E. sufferer.  This came to me as a bit of a revelation. I was being taken out of hospital, and on the way we passed the child cancer unit. It struck me that I could be so much worse off than I was. No matter how much pain I’m in, I know that I’m going to survive.

Secondly, I had to stop comparing myself to healthy people. I might not be able to go out, or take advantage of the opportunities that the average student might be able to take, but I have other things to be thankful. It is through my illness that I discovered my love of writing. Being stuck in bed all the time gave me a lot of time to work on this initially as a hobby, and now hopefully as a career.  If I wasn’t sick maybe I wouldn’t have this column or had a blog which, let alone be shortlisted for the Cosmopolitan Lifestyle Blog awards of 2012. There’s a verse from the Bible, which I always use to encourage myself in this respect. It says that God can use any bad situation for good. Whether you believe in God or not, I think that this is an idea which anyone can draw strength from.

Finally, I had to change the way I saw myself. Partly this is to do with body image- I can’t exercise, the medication causes me to gain weight, and sometimes the only activity I can manage in a day is to eat. I’ve had to learn not to be bound by what society might say is beautiful, and recognise the beauty that I have. I also had to stop seeing myself as a victim. I’m not a victim to my illness. I’m a woman who fights her illness every single day.

We can’t control what happens in our lives. I can’t control the fact that I have this chronic illness. What I can do, however, is control how I respond to it.


I recently read a blog by one of my great friends, Sian Cooke, which inspired me so much I opened up a blank document, the second I read the last full stop. Her blog post was about not allowing the mundane to plague your life.  Right now I’m in a difficult patch, as I talked about in my last post, and when you’re in a situation like this it seems like the best thing to do is to bring down the hatches and do nothing other than what is necessary. The temptation is to adopt the victim stance.

I’m not planning on doing either of those things though. I’m not going to pile on too much and make the situation worse, but I won’t be sticking to the mundane, and abandoning my love of curiousity and doing new things. As best as we can, P and I are sticking to weekly dates and I’m looking for at least one new thing to do each week. I’m not feeling sorry for myself, instead I’m focusing on everything I am thankful for. I am being honest about the situation I am in, without allowing it to control me. I cannot control mine and P’s sickness but I can control my response to it.

I will…

  •  keep the romance alive in my marriage
  • stay passionate and enthusiastic about my degree
  • do my best to give as well as take in my friendships
  • fill my days with fun and laughter
  • love my God and put him at the centre of my life. I will continue to trust that His plan for my life is the best plan, and trust that He can use all my suffering for good.

Don’t give in to your sickness, take back control! Now is not the time to give up, it’s time to fight harder than ever for the life you want.

 

Love Katie x


The last week or so has not been easy. Although P is doing a little better, he is far from well. On Friday, after another week off university, he went to see our doctor. We are blessed with a great doctor who has treated us both for a few years now and has a good grasp on our situation so we usually trust her. Her diagnosis this time was exhaustion. P can’t get over his virus because his life is so busy. We’ve both made a concerted effort to cut back on our activities over the last year so there’s no option there. P does an amazing job juggling caring for me, his degree and a part time job, but sometimes even my superman needs to reach out for help. That’s where my strength lies. Although I’m still also struggling with the virus, I can organise a lot from my bed. We are lucky enough to have great friends and family to call on in our time of need.

Doesn't my boy look cute when he's sleeping?Doesn’t my boy look cute when he’s sleeping?

The next couple of weeks will be an experiment in what happens when a carer gets sick. The most important thing for the both of us though is where we draw our strength from. Although it may sound cheesy, we know that we need to rely on God to bring us through something that is too big for us. The Bible says that God is strongest in our weakness. We are believing for supernatural strength and energy to get us through to P’s graduation.

P and I would really appreciate your prayers over this period.

Love Katie x


As you read in my last post I recently came down with a virus/sickness/migraine thingy. Anyone who knows me well (or follows me on Twitter) will know that although I’ve had lots of practice, I am a big wimp when it comes to being ill. Have you seen that episode of Big Bang Theory when Sheldon is sick? Yea that’s me. I am very prone to self pity and sadness. In order to cheer myself up last week I made a list of all of the things. I thought you might appreciate me sharing this list here so you can steal some ideas next time you’re ill.

Things that make me smile when I’m sick:

  • Getting sympathy. Thankfully, God has given me a husband with a lot of patience and compassion so he’s happy to dole out cwtches* and sympathetic nods of the head on request. 
  • Getting some perspective. The antidote to the above. Being sick makes me self-centred, I need to be reminded that there are much bigger problems in the world than my migraine. 
  • Watching movies. One night P treated me to renting a movie online so that I had something new to watch. We picked Brave, a Disney Pixar animation. Doctors should prescribe Pixar movies, they’re that good.
  • Learning something new, however big or small. I wasn’t able to be very productive last week, most of the time I just sat there moaning because everything I tried seemed to hurt my head. I did, however, learn some healthy new recipes on Pinterest (follow me here) and find out about Smash books (watch out for a post about this soon).
  • Didi. Just anything to do with my cute ball of fluff. Well, pretty much anything anyway. While I write this she is sleeping on my lap and making sweet noises out of frustration when she is disturbed by my typing. What a cutie. There is actually research now that proves that petting and interacting with animals can help patients recover from a whole variety of illnesses. My doctor friend told me that in a hospital in Bristol they actually let a charity bring dogs on to the wards for patients. How amazing is that?
  • Having a bath, especially if there is a Lush bath bomb or bubble bar in it. Although baths completely sap my energy, the warm water can be exactly what I need to get me to a point where I am relaxed enough to fall asleep. Plus, waking up clean and smelling nice always has a feel good factor.
  • Clean pjs and bed sheets. The perfect end to a bath. You can’t beat that smell of fresh linen.
  • Candles. Yankee candles are my favourite, they smell so good!
  • Pink flannel pjs. Comfort and my favourite colour.

What makes you smile when you’re sick?

Love Katie x

*Cwtches- if you’re not Welsh you probably have no idea what this word means. Think of a hug but a million times better. 


As you read in my last post I recently came down with a virus/sickness/migraine thingy. Anyone who knows me well (or follows me on Twitter) will know that although I’ve had lots of practice, I am a big wimp when it comes to being ill. Have you seen that episode of Big Bang Theory when Sheldon is sick? Yea that’s me. I am very prone to self pity and sadness. In order to cheer myself up last week I made a list of all of the things. I thought you might appreciate me sharing this list here so you can steal some ideas next time you’re ill.

Things that make me smile when I’m sick:

  • Getting sympathy. Thankfully, God has given me a husband with a lot of patience and compassion so he’s happy to dole out cwtches* and sympathetic nods of the head on request. 
  • Getting some perspective. The antidote to the above. Being sick makes me self-centred, I need to be reminded that there are much bigger problems in the world than my migraine. 
  • Watching movies. One night P treated me to renting a movie online so that I had something new to watch. We picked Brave, a Disney Pixar animation. Doctors should prescribe Pixar movies, they’re that good.
  • Learning something new, however big or small. I wasn’t able to be very productive last week, most of the time I just sat there moaning because everything I tried seemed to hurt my head. I did, however, learn some healthy new recipes on Pinterest (follow me here) and find out about Smash books (watch out for a post about this soon).
  • Didi. Just anything to do with my cute ball of fluff. Well, pretty much anything anyway. While I write this she is sleeping on my lap and making sweet noises out of frustration when she is disturbed by my typing. What a cutie. There is actually research now that proves that petting and interacting with animals can help patients recover from a whole variety of illnesses. My doctor friend told me that in a hospital in Bristol they actually let a charity bring dogs on to the wards for patients. How amazing is that?
  • Having a bath, especially if there is a Lush bath bomb or bubble bar in it. Although baths completely sap my energy, the warm water can be exactly what I need to get me to a point where I am relaxed enough to fall asleep. Plus, waking up clean and smelling nice always has a feel good factor.
  • Clean pjs and bed sheets. The perfect end to a bath. You can’t beat that smell of fresh linen.
  • Candles. Yankee candles are my favourite, they smell so good!
  • Pink flannel pjs. Comfort and my favourite colour.

What makes you smile when you’re sick?

Love Katie x

*Cwtches- if you’re not Welsh you probably have no idea what this word means. Think of a hug but a million times better. 


For just over a week, I have watched weather reports and Facebook with jealousy. I love snow and since we didn’t get any last year here in the centre of Cardiff, I was desperate for some this year. For the four years I have lived in the city I haven’t had a chance to make a snowman or even play in the snow. This year, despite feeling really ill, I was able to make it outside. Not having to climb stairs is a real help.  Usually any cold makes my muscles tighten and cause me a lot of pain (it’s not fair that this doesn’t result in toned muscles) so I put A LOT of layers on. I mean a lot. It was like the longest strip you’ve ever seen when I came back inside. If it’d been a strip tease, you would have had to include an intermission.

P brought me a chair to sit on outside so that I could watch him make a snowman. It wasn’t actually that cold outside so I wasn’t shivering. He didn’t have much to work with since we had just about an inch of snow and even that was melting pretty fast. He did, however, manage to make some semblance of a snowman, which we then turned into a fashionable lady, boobs and all.

The other reason I really wanted to get snow here was because I knew (or so I thought) that Didi would love playing in it. I seriously misjudged this. It turns out that all the pampering she receives has turned her into quite the wimp. She hated being outside and touching the cold stuff. When we got back into the house she curled up on my lap and quickly fell into a deep sleep, and has remained there ever since. Traumatic experiences really take it out of her.

The last reason that getting snow was so great was because it gave me the impetus to try making a video for the first time. I used my iPad and the ‘iMovie‘ app to make the video below. It’s only 38 seconds long but I don’t think it’s too shabby for a first attempt. I reckon using videos on here a lot more is a good idea. It means that when I feel too sick and dizzy to look at the computer screen I can record a vlog, or be able to show you more of my world.

 

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Time to head off into the snow again for a hot chocolate with my favourite guy.

Love Katie x

 

Apple iPad 2 Wi-Fi – Tablet – 16 GB – 9.7″ IPS ( 1024 x 768 ) – rear camera + front camera – Wi-Fi, Bluetooth – black

The New Apple iPad (16GB, Wi-Fi, Black) 3RD GENERATION


 November has very much been an emotional and physical rollacoaster. I feel very lucky to have a fantastic husband and some great friends who were willing to patiently ride it with me.

Regular readers will know that I participated in National Novel Writing Month last month, I am sure you will all be pleased to hear that I completed my novel! I am very proud of my accomplishment, it makes me realise how much I can achieve with my writing with the right amount of dedication. I am very thankful to my friends who sent me messages of encouragement and to my husband who put my laptop in front of me even when I resisted.

It was very difficult for me to write 50,000 words in such a short space of time. ..

This is as far as I have got in writing an update blog post. I am seriously struggling with motivation at the moment. My body is exhausted and every time I do something I have to stay in bed for days on end to recover. That doesn’t exactly inspire me to go places or work hard.

I have so much to be thankful for, the last two weeks in particular have been jam packed with treats, presents and wonderful events, and yet I do not want to get out of bed. I should be on top of the world right now. I don’t know completely whether it’s my body or my depression. I certainly struggle when I do get out of bed, not just struggled, I have to really fight to get up but I’m not doing anything while I’m in bed either. My pain levels are really bad and I’m not sleeping much, but I don’t feel like I want to look after myself at all, I would happily hide away from the world. Perhaps there isn’t one problem, it’s most likely to be a combination of both depression and sickness. Usually I would fight these kinds of emotions and thoughts by throwing myself into social events and university work, but my physical illness is holding me back. What is clear is that I need to push past my physical problems if I want to stay on track with my university course.

Even though I barely began my ‘catch up’ post I wanted to put it up to show you where I am right now. A bit lost and struggling to work on anything, least of all my university work, which I am desperately behind with. I will continue to attempt to force myself out of this though, I know that God is close, and will bring me through this deep valley.

Love Katie x

 


After all the excitement of the last few days, where I’ve had so much good news,  a very bad thing happened. My goldfish, Amelie, died. I realise that you probably laughed at that last sentence or at the least the thought crossed your mind that this may be a comical post, but I hearby solemnly swear that I write completely in earnest about my little friend in orange.

I know you may think it’s a little (or very) pathetic to get upset about a goldfish, but as my closest friends know, I really fricking loved that goldfish. My mum even tried to hide her laughter when I was explaining how she died. Full of guilt, she fetched a box for me to act as a coffin, not the finest of coffins (an empty Tramadol box), but it will do for her humble burial later today.

I guess to understand the reason why I would be so upset about a goldfish, you must first realise that I love having pets, and Amelie has been mine and P’s only pet in Cardiff. Then, you need to know that we got Amelie around the same time that my M.E. (or C.F.S.) came back with a vengeance and I developed Fibromyalgia. I loved watching her swim around so much that we put her bowl on the table next to our bed. P was working long shifts at Lidl at the time, and as someone to often dances along that fine line between quirky and mentally ill, I struck up a lot of conversations with Amelie. The time when I feel most afraid is when I’m in a lot of pain and I’m alone. I need someone or something to talk to.

Fast forward two years and I think most people would agree that both Paul and I have developed an unhealthy relationship with the fish. We always said ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye’ to her, and talked to her about everything, not just when I was lonely or in pain. I already miss her.

I know I will get over losing her at some point, but right now, it feels like there’s a little something  is missing. 

Anyone else feel particularly sad about losing a fish?

Love Katie x

p.s. I do have a picture of her, but not on this computer, I’ll post it tomorrow.



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