After weeks of dinosaur grappling, general election fever, CFS/ME awareness and other, more minor goings on, I am pooped.
I know a pterodactyl isn't, strictly speaking, a dinosaur, but I thought it was a good image to illustrate both how I was feeling and the current state of my scary inner dinosaur.
There are still some woolly mammoths left in the room, but I'll deal with those later.
Other good news. I got my DLA renewed at the same rate and without question. My timing was great as I'm not sure how safe DLA will be under the new government. I've got three years now when I can use that extra money for keeping the car going and funding some counselling. I know, three years ago, I didn't expect still to be so disabled. I can hope for recovery, certainly I can hope to be in a better place with regard to the trauma of my past, so that can only be good.
I managed a walk yesterday with my camera. My arms ache today and I had to go to bed early with the TENS machine strapped to my hips, but it was worth it. I'll process and post the photos later, but in the meantime have some blossom to look at.