Yesterday I went for a 'coffee' (actually I had a chai latte but it was way too sweet so I got an iced drink) with a friend.
It doesn't sound like a lot, but to me it was a huge deal. To go for a coffee meant getting the bus by myself and then relying on my legs to get me to Costa, back to the bus stop afterwards and then home when I got off the bus, not to mention sitting and chatting for ages. I also managed a walk around Poundland as well (where I picked up some very cute cupcake cases) which is in incredible. I know it probably wasn't my smartest idea as I am planning to go out tonight, and already I am feeling the pain from doing too much; but at least I now know I can do it.
I know I have been improving since moving into my new flat, though sometimes it feels as though I am taking steps backwards instead of forwards. I have known it, and am hopeful, but yesterday was the first time I imagined that I could really get my life back the way it was before. I know I still have a long way to go, but I'm starting to really believe it, as opposed to simply acknowledging it.
Of course I will likely always have to be aware of my M.E. - it isn't a disability that disappears completely - but I'm starting to imagine a life with a job and a social life (that isn't retained to Twitter) and I can't wait to be 'normal' again.
So going for a coffee may not be a big deal to everyone, but for me it is another hurdle I've finally managed to cross.
It does always seem to be two steps forward, one step back with us doesn't it. But that little trip out is a big deal, I know I'd struggle with it! You should be proud your little legs managed it, and I hope you rewarded them with a lovely soak in the bath and a rest afterwards :)
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