Runnin On Empty

So  M.E  &  Jaws,  You’re probably hearing the theme music in your head right now huh?......Well have no fear, I’m not talking big scary fish with large mouth & sharp  teeth, I’m talking TMJ also known as TMD (Temporomandibular joint disorders/dysfunction).                                   Over the years I’ve often seen people in M.E chat rooms talk about developing pain in their  jaw and things such as their mouth getting stuck for a split second when they open it, causing them to panic, and also a clicking sound….well this is likely to be TMJ. This was one of the many symptoms I developed after getting M.E/Fibromyalgia, Now whether there is a link is still under scientific study, but look at it like this, when I was diagnosed with M.E but still being passed around consultants, a neurologist gave me an added diagnosis of Fibromyalgia, he said tha...

After Yesterdays  ping pong Twitter banter  with  Mr Parker I thought I would make my views clearer, and the reasoning behind those views.   I consider myself a positive, open minded person of reasonable intelligence…..oh yes, I know how to use a knife and fork dontcha know?   & I’ve strong belief that without doubt there are those that can improve from M.E, especially newly diagnosed, as with any other illness the earlier it’s caught the better the chances.  I also firmly  believe that there are many alternative  things out there that can help with symptoms, alleviate certain symptoms,  & generally bring  comfort, I know this because I’ve tried many of them ……… I’ve gagged from the foul Chinese concoctions I drank while holding my nose twice a day for three months,  which was no mean feat seeing as it resembled someones bowel contents after a vindaloo and 10 pints & smelt just as bad. Every windo...

                                Everytime I’ve had a blood test its ended up in a song and dance performance as they struggle to get any out.  After puncturing my arm numerous times turning it into a tea strainer, they give up and get  a colleague,  who promptly turns my other arm into a tea strainer, before calling yet another colleague at which point I start to feel like some Monkey  lab experiment. There’s four in the room now, (someones just come in to watch) & by  the time  blood finally  breaks through  the surface,  its such a relief, I imagine multi- coloured ticker tape falling from the ceiling along to the strains of Cliff Richards, Congratualtions. So according to every phlebotomist , nurse, doc  I’ve ever had, I have sticky blood, in other words  it matches my intelligence level…. ...