'Elle-Mail' the more cool version of chain letters... and HAPPY 600 READS!!

One of my best friends, Aimee, and I were chatting tonight, we were talking about how to fix the comments problem with my blog – it seems that those who want to leave a message havent been able to until now. I had to mess about with the settings and such, I have VERY clearly not inhereted my fathers computing abilities as my younger brother has, and I finally managed to get the setting to save so that people can leave a message as 'Anon'.... fair enough, I thought. Would have liked a name option but if thats the only option the flipping site is going to allow me then hey, i'll take what i'm given. Or bend the rules.

Anyone can feel free to leave a comment, the good, the bad and the freaking ugly, I dont care, which way, I still value your opinion in whatever state its in, just leave your first name at the end of your comment as a courtesy :)

So anyway, we were talking about how she, as a geneticist finds it brilliant to be able to read a blog about a disease and 'invisible illnesses' and see it from a personal view point and not just a 'clinical' one. She was even one of the first to leave me a message via the new anon status.... she left her name...., so we got to thinking about how her other genetics graduates might like to have a read and said to her that she should pass the blog address on, to feel free to as the whole idea of this blog was to get as many people interested and sat up and listening as possible.

We then took a silly turn, I said to Aimee she should start a chain letter with my blog address, and she in return started calling it 'Elle mail'... This I felt would be a creepy/cool idea to get the word out about my blog.

The next happenstance, has literally as I am typing just happened, I am part of a forum as many of you have read called foggyfriends.org, and on their 'Kentagern' has literally just left me a message on a thread saying thus:

'Cool Twitcher, thanks :) I was hoping to comment directly on the blog, since I don't have things that are super-important to add, but comments tend to help your blog ratings and searchy thingies and other computery magic'

Did I mention that most people I know are slightly crazy in a funny way?

So here is my proposition and you can take it or leave it. This blog and Cause are so close to my heart its practically written on it, I want people to be out there talking about this blog, about M.E, about Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, about Conversion Disorder, about disabilities, about those that are forgotten when being classed by the government as 'disabled'. I want, hope and PRAY, that people can read these blogs and talk to their friends about it, their neighbours, their cousins in australia/france/the guy down the pub. I know its a tricky sort of subject, how the HECK do you bring up disability in a conversation? That's why I thought maybe this was a better option...

But only if you care to (and I really hope you do), we can either get as many comments as possible, and cause some 'searchy thingies and other computery magic' to happen or you could possibly pass the blog address along in an email, heck leave you're email in a comment or send it to me via my facebook and i'll start the thing off, but we need the message to get far and wide. We really do because people are dying from this thing I have. I don't much care about it for myself -well not that much-, but for those that I have seen slowly fade away into nothing because they are so desperately ill with this disease and disability, to those that I have had to talk down off the edge multiple times because they feel they cant keep going on living as we do, for those like myself who wake up every morning and thank whoever and whatever is out there that I have woken up, that I am alive to fight another day, and that maybe this day is going to be a good day?

So how about it? 'Elle-mail' chain? Or simply pass the blog address along by word of mouth, over the garden fence, in the local library or whilst you're having a catch up with your mates.

As I can now legitimately say leave your comments below, preferably with a first name so I can tell the difference between you, and THANK YOU for reading!! Maybe even just comment to say whether you think its a good idea or not? Whatever you fancy just remember; the good, the bad and the ugly... I give you free pass to ask questions, ask for more info, heck even call me a liar, but know that when you are leaving a message, you are helping my 'computery magic' happen so others can see it even if it doesnt suit your particular tastes.

And a few acknowledgements and shout outs:

To Aimee – I hope my blog helps you personalise your PhD... you can make this world a better place if you should choose.

To Silje- Who understands far more than many realise and cares even more – thanks for my first Anon comment :)Takk, det betyr mye min norske venn.

To Steve G – You have known me my entire life, thank you for being the first to personally say to my face that you think my blog is a good idea.

To Kentagern – Legend as always, cheers for the chance to use you as my 'quote of the day'.

To Debbie and Susie – My Admins in Crime, we're all here, we all have the same, and when one of us is down the other two can prop our support group up!! Never fear my dears!!

To Neil, as always the music master, cheers for the daily pick - Jimmy Cliff will always be my favourite!

To the people of my hometown – I am so Proud to live with you and alongside you, the support that has already been raised has been immense and I couldn't say thank you enough.

So... HAPPY 600 READS EVERYONE!!!

Scars, Pride and Living...

The Scars of Illness...

I sometimes look at my hands and count the dots that run along my veins. You can always tell someone who has had numerous and prolonged hospital visits by their hands and arms. Sometimes I look at them with pride, I survived that one, and that one, and that time, and that time. But sometimes I wonder whether others look at them – to be fair they would have to look hard- and wonder whether I have experienced drug addiction?

I havent. But the amounts of times that I have needed to be put on Intravenous(IV) Lines for fluids, let alone the medications have been numerous over the years. From the last visit to hospital nearly 3 months ago I have gained another 4 on my right arm and hand, in the end because of the numerous times i've had to be put on IV fluids my veins have become poor in quality, making it harder on the nurses let alone the doctor to get the needle in.

Helpful hint: Nurses are by far better at putting in IV needles in than doctors. Trust me on this!!

I also have scars on my legs and stomach, daily injections to alleviate the chances of a Deep Vein Thrombosis and an unfortunate run in with a Sub-Cartilage fluid system in my stomach left me looking 6 months pregnant just days after my miscarriage. Stretch marks were a given i'm afraid.

But these days I look at the scars, the physical and the mental and i'm proud of myself. Completely and utterly PROUD that I got through some of the toughest times in my life. The beginning when I was told and thought I was going to die, the middle where every seizure lands me in hospital on numerous drips and the now, where I have a sore throat and scratched oesophagus from where a Nasal- Gastro Tube had to be forced down through my throat because I had lost my swallowing reflex, and they were desperate to get something in my stomach.

I'm proud of the fact that I have gone through all these things and STILL been able to come out the other end of things, with a mostly fighter and upbeat attitude about things. I sometimes have people talk to me, or write to me and just look on in wonder, at how i'm not a complete and utter bawling mess on the floor.

I dont have the answer. I guess i'm just too stubborn now to let anything phase me for long. Somethings have stayed with me, but they are bound to. But I dont have the energy now to worry about the small things, the insignificant and the days gone by.

I have Conversion Disorder, or rather as they now like to call it, Functional Neurological Disorder and I have ME/CFS, Myalgic Encephalopathy, or to the uninitiated, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. I dont have the time or energy to let things get to me for long, I have other things that need worrying about. The Important Stuff. Making sure I take my medications, make sure I regain my balance between rest and activity and making sure my family and friends are happy and content, with me and themselves and finally working my ass off each Tuesday or Thursday doing Physio which I come out feeling great for my achievements, but broken because its taken so much energy.

Those are my priorities, everything else can go by the way side i'm afraid. I dont have the time or the inclination to be bothered by what other people want to say to me, or their expectations of me -the ball curled up in the corner sobbing over my misfortune. Yes I have down days, everyone does, but I have things to do and need to snap myself out of it sharpish before I let myself start to drown in it.

So the moral of today, is look at your scars and be proud- you survived what has happened and are around to tell the tale. Be proud that you were strong enough to get this far where so many have fallen and are unable to pull themselves back up again. Be proud that you are alive, and living life, whatever kind of life that it is. Because so many die young from far less than we. And more are dying daily from this horrid and untreatable disease we have: M.E.

So be proud and keep living, even in the dark days. Keep going.