Rosevibe

What a night – seriously, it’s been an absolute corker – I can’t even remember the last time i wanted to blog about a night in the Bull *grin*

The new KJ is a darlin’ – not only because he’s trying to get me to consider joining his band (a working band who will PAY me) but because we just did ‘a whole lotta rosie’ as a duet and it ROCKED *chuckle* although he did make me do ‘ace of spades’ right before ‘true colours’ (which I still managed to carry off!) so my voice is now well and truly growly – sore throat and everything – I could really give Lemmy a run for his money

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Ok, that’s as far as I got with the post last night because my lover reminded me of the need to get my arse to bed if I was going to have any hope of being up for 9am as per my timetable – and he was right, 9.15 I was up, i’ve done the dishes and am now eating my breakfast so all is practically on schedule despite the late night – and I don’t hurt even though I did a little bit of headbanging and arse wriggling (C’mon, with ‘Ace of spades’ it’s mandatory)

Aye – last night was kind of like old times (but without the alcohol) The pub was fairly full as well compared to the last couple of thursdays – it wasn’t a dickhead crowd either, they were practically all in my age group and above which makes a nice change.

I’m going to be resting my voice today and spend the time working on Claires website. Well, in between cleaning bursts, rest breaks and the shopping trip I have scheduled in.
This timetable seems to be working a treat – I’ve been keeping an exercise/ symptom diary in tandem with it and so far things are going well – I’m practically back at the energy levels I was pre-operation in October, once we’ve moved if things keep on in this fashion I’m definitely looking for work *grin* you’ve gotta try haven’t you?!

Ok, I know it’s early days having been doing this for just over a week and a half – but optimism is high and I’m determined to not fall back into the trap of letting this illness define me. That’s what I was doing – I was so concerned about looking ill enough for the medical assessments that I was thinking myself sicker than I need to be – if anything will set back my recovery then that will!

No, I realise positive thinking alone will not cure me (if only!) but it certainly helps put me in a frame of mind where I can work towards properly managing this thing so I can at least attempt a ‘normal’ life – other people have succeeded so I know it’s not a false hope, I just need to not slip again.

Wish me luck!