Book review, books

Problem with being a Spoonie Bookworm #1 – Brain fog

Before my brain went wobbly I could easily read several novels a week and that was whilst  working. They ranged from page-turning bestsellers  to long complicated epics. As long as it had words in it, I would read it. Fast forward a few years of chronic illness and the accompanying medication, those days are gone. I may have more time on my hands but my consumption  of reading material has reduced significantly.The main reason is brain fog and fatigue.

When either or both descend reading any book which is  complicated, long with many characters or twists and turns is put to one side. I lose the thread of the stories as I fall asleep or wading through the treacle of my brain to  is too much of a battle.

Usually at this point, I fall back to well read favourites where I already know the convoluted plots   or easy to read, quick page-turning Chick lit. After reading several  of these in the bounce I was bored with the girl meets boy scenarios but wasn’t sure what else to read.

I was relieved when a fellow member of  Duvet Dwellers Book Club recommended Samantha Moon: Vampire for Hire series by J.R Rain. Once downloaded using the timely offer 30 days free Kindle Unlimited offer Amazon had sent me, I began to read.

Moon

The book follows Samantha  Moon – private investigator, mum and vampire. I wasn’t sure how it would all fit together but it works well and I was hooked. it is easy reading with a twist to keep you interested with crime chasing, family saga, paranormal and hint of romance. What more do you need? The characters have enough of a backstory to add depth to what could have come across as one-dimensional. Sam is likeable, quirky and no pushover even without her vampiric tendencies. You long to find out how the relationships  around her will develop as the consequences  of being a vampire hit home.

I read the first book Moon Dance in one duvet day. I not only enjoyed it but I felt a sense of achievement and a hint of the old me. I am now reading Vampire Moon  and enjoying even more. I am  wondering where the next  7 will take me.

It vaguely reminds me of the TV series Blood Ties I binge-watched while I was having chemo. The difference being in this, the PI was human fighting crime with the help of a vampire, the opposite to this book. It ahs the same feel and desire to read/watch just a little bit more.

Highly recommended  if you need something to satisfy the bookworm in you without bamboozling your mind on low energy days.

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Autumn, dystonia

Seasons change and so does the clocks

leaves pile free

Autumn is my favourite season with its stunning colour changes, crunchy leaves and crisp mornings. It inspires me to whizz through the village and countryside on my scooter allowing my dog to run through any piles of leaves. If I can’t kick them in the air, he can instead. The clocks go back so the nights arrive early. The evenings involve low lights, keeping warm by curling up in snuggly socks, reading whilst drinking cups of tea. The family comes together more as everyone gravitates to the warmth of the fire. Dogs included.

leaves free
What I always forget, until it happens, is dystonia hates the coming months. As soon as the temperature drops even slightly, the pain increases as muscles refuse to relax. My back seizes up and my hands ache continually. The slightest sniffle decreases my yellow one’s ability to control symptoms.  I generally become slower and every movement becomes harder. I am sure I have tortoise genes which not only make me slow but trigger the desire to hibernate until the Spring. I become bundled up with thermal clothes and layers upon layers jumpers. It is definitely not a fashion statement. Wheat heaties, hot water bottles and handwarmers become essential items. I have been known to have a hot water bottle on my knee as I go the shops on Bazil.
The clock change means we lose an hour. It is simple action and people happily talk about the extra hour in bed but dystonia has to protest. I have to be late taking my yellow ones so spasms creep in especially in my hands. An hour can make a big difference and once my body gets too low it struggles to catch up even dosed up. It has a knock on effect for days. My regular routine of clock watching at 4.30am, unable to go back to sleep becomes 3.30am so days seem longer and tiring. Less sleep means more symptoms and it becomes a vicious circle.

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I am so glad Halloween, Bonfire night, Advent and Christmas are dotted throughout this time to make things brighter.

dystonia, Just wobbly life

Seasons change and so do the clocks

leaves pile free

Autumn is my favourite season with its stunning colour changes, crunchy leaves and crisp mornings. It inspires me to whizz through the village and countryside on my scooter allowing my dog to run through any piles of leaves. If I can’t kick them in the air, he can instead. The clocks go back so the nights arrive early. The evenings involve low lights, keeping warm by curling up in snuggly socks, reading whilst drinking cups of tea. The family comes together more as everyone gravitates to the warmth of the fire. Dogs included.

leaves free
What I always forget, until it happens, is dystonia hates the coming months. As soon as the temperature drops even slightly, the pain increases as muscles refuse to relax. My back seizes up and my hands ache continually. The slightest sniffle decreases my yellow one’s ability to control symptoms.  I generally become slower and every movement becomes harder. I am sure I have tortoise genes which not only make me slow but trigger the desire to hibernate until the Spring. I become bundled up with thermal clothes and layers upon layers jumpers. It is definitely not a fashion statement. Wheat heaties, hot water bottles and handwarmers become essential items. I have been known to have a hot water bottle on my knee as I go the shops on Bazil.
The clock change means we lose an hour. It is simple action and people happily talk about the extra hour in bed but dystonia has to protest. I have to be late taking my yellow ones so spasms creep in especially in my hands. An hour can make a big difference and once my body gets too low it struggles to catch up even dosed up. It has a knock on effect for days. My regular routine of clock watching at 4.30am, unable to go back to sleep becomes 3.30am so days seem longer and tiring. Less sleep means more symptoms and it becomes a vicious circle.

wpid-wp-1445842417361.jpeg

I am so glad Halloween, Bonfire night, Advent and Christmas are dotted throughout this time to make things brighter.

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