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Never underestimate the meaning of  – a shed

This week has been significant in a good way. It has been one to write on the calendar – worthy of remembering. After 9 excruciating years, my husband has a shed. It may seem nothing to many but to us it is the final piece of a puzzle to starting a fresh. Putting a line under the crap that has gone before and a long with ‘The Pledge‘ put down roots and a routine to ground us on low spoon and emotional times.


My husband has always had access to a shed or workshop, to tinker, mend or create. It was his place to go to clear his thoughts, release emotions and relax. He is naturally creative and this was his outlet. Suddenly in one house move it was gone. Promises to have a replacement were broken and delayed. Mainly because of finances. Since he became my full-time carer it has been evident he needed a shed more than ever. Somewhere he could go to relax and to be himself rather than a husband or carer. He had tried other ways to have him time but there  has always been a big issue in his mind the guilt  of  being a way from me and worry of what he will come home too. This means the hobby is counterproductive. Not sure why he doesn’t trust me to be alone  (looking at the bruise collection on my legs and recalling the burnt saucepan from my attempts at booking eggs).

eggs

Chronic illness not only robs the sufferer/fighter of themselves and the lives they expected but does the same to those close around  them. It is nasty like that. We are hoping the shed will give some of him back.

Just need to work out how to afford to do the work bench and other bits he needs to do stuff in there. But for now he can drink tea/beer  in there and dream of his perfect space.

Already it has given him a much-needed boost and hope for the future.

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Sleep Glorious Sleep!

For years, as for many Spoonies and people with chronic conditions, a good night night sleep has been elusive. I count myself lucky if I have 4 hours straight. I struggle to get to sleep despite my body screaming for it all day and my eyes quite happily dozing on the sofa half an hour before. When I do drift off it is only a couple of hours before my brain cell wakes up whirling with ideas and thoughts. I can have brain fog all day but at 3 in the morning, it can remember all the things it has forgot to do, which need to be added to the neverending to-do list as well as planning all the things I could do. It has the knack of forgetting the body it is controlling (or attempting to) as it brims with enthusiasm for finishing degree and training to be something. It is indoctrinated with the philosophy of Mind over Matter so it thinks it can change the world. This idea is immediately shelved by the time by the time I am up and dressed. My brain cell  retreats back into it’s fog like state for the rest of the day.

When I was off my magic yellows for tests, I discovered the joy of a goodnight sleep again. Browsing through my draft folder I stumbled on this from that time:

“For the last 2 nights,I have slept!!!! Whoohoo 😊 if I could I would have jumped up and down with excitement as well as dance around the kitchen to Chris Evans’. It wasn’t just I slept through the night and more than 4 hours, I woke up refreshed. It was an amazing feeling! I felt awake and my brain was alert. I felt human. I didn’t even mind, I had spent the night, in my dreams, trying to convince my family they needed to collect the  potatoes I had deserted at the top of a steep hill because they were too heavy.  It was all down to being off my yellow ones.”

Now as I am lying here with a snoozing dog and snoring husband next to me , I want to experience that again. I may not be turning into a pretzel as much but I miss that pleasure of a good night’s sleep and the wide awake feeling when everyone else can see it.