All the way back in 1994, barely two months into my Honours year in Philosophy at Monash, I had to withdraw due to illness. My teachers and tutors had, they told me, been concerned as they watched me descend into exhaustion, and were relieved I was willing to take a break and care for my … Continue reading Let’s try that again… at a distance.
In my last post I noted that what worried me, and my medical team, most about my returning to university after 25 years was how my hypotension, migraine, osteoarthritis and CFS/ME* would respond to the physicality of getting in to Uni. I also said that I had plans and solutions for everything I could imagine … Continue reading This little #spoonie went to Uni, but this little #spoonie must stay home.
It's an icy, rainy day in the Victorian Central Highlands and my pain and brain fog are moderate to high enough to stop me writing but not creating! Oggie and I are spending the day knitting a snuggly coat in a beautiful, rich alpaca yarn direct from the lovely people at the Bendigo Wool Mills, … Continue reading The #slowlife and #spoonielife
Every time I give myself permission to have a do-little day, listening to my pain, I find I end up achieving more than I expected by doing gentle, little things (like making this onigiri) a little at a time. Every time I focus on how little I'm doing compared to all I'd rather be doing … Continue reading Onigiri and life lessons.