Speaking of Spoons

In which I talk of many things, of shoes and ships and sealing wax and cabbages and kings. No, wait, spoons. Just spoons. A spoon is a simple thing: a small bowl on the end of a handle. But in the last few years the word has come to mean much more than that. It … Continue reading Speaking of Spoons

Living with ME: Boredom

In which I am so bored I want to scream and break things. Content warning for suicidal thoughts. It was a bad morning anyway because I’d had my hair cut the day before, which involves energy draining activities such as going downstairs (and, worse, coming back up them again!) and talking to people (it’s tiring … Continue reading Living with ME: Boredom

Living With ME: Priorities

A few years ago I met a young woman. She seemed very amiable and we met up a few times after I’d moved to a more northern city. I realised that she was in fact a prat when she made this remark about a person with ME/CFS: “She annoys me because she only makes the … Continue reading Living With ME: Priorities