I’ve been ill since I was 26 and next year I’ll be 50. I don’t ever dwell on the past or the person I used to be because it would drive me to despair, but for some reason I woke this morning thinking of some of the things I once did that I no longer do. 411 more words
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This week I’ve wanted to strangle my parents. Either that or emigrate to a desert island and just leave them to it. I don’t usually go through to see them on Wednesdays as my cleaner is here and she hoovers inside my car for me, but of course I ring them. 855 more words
The chronically ill walk a fine line between honesty and duplicity.
Loving, well-intentioned friends and acquaintances frequently ask us how we’re doing. But “How are you?” is typically used as a social greeting in the same category as “Good to see you.” and “How are the kids?” 879 more words