I've cut out alcohol, I've cut out late nights, I'm struggling to at least cut down on sugar and dairy products (though as I'm not a real fan of cheese it's only cream and butter I'm struggling with) I think my immune system is actually better than it's ever been since my bloke is dying of a nasty flu and I'm barely coughing - for the first time in at least 10 years I'm not the first person to catch something!
I think that healthy eating and a decent nights sleep have done wonders for me.
OK, so I still have relapses - but it's all part and parcel of this delightful illness I know and you know that it doesn't change anything except my feelings at the time. Until I'm cured, I'm ill - end of story.
It doesn't mean I have to stop living. I get depressed, fed up and disheartened - but who doesn't?
Life's good.
I'm back to being able to do things again - not much admittedly but at least I'm not bedridden, I've been out to the pub a couple of times with Stef (I don't fancy clubbing though, it'll take a while longer to feel comfortable at the prospect of that again) and the odd restaurant with him and some of our friends, I'm looking forward to this year.
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