Finally over the wall. A little reminiscence.

Good day from an overcast East Sussex. (I’m posting this again because the first one disappeared!)

I can safely say that this morning, I appear to be over the latest spell of fatigue; or DDDE as I called it last week.

For the last ten days I’ve been statinless. But I battled with my brain fog before realising that I do actually have three (not two) places where I keep my pills.

  1. The bottom drawer of the bedside cabinet.

  2. The pill tin.

  3. The space in between the chair and the table next to it where they often fall down. Grrrrrr.

Any way, I enclose an account of my adventures almost exactly thirty years ago. It shows the person I was to the person I am now. (That’s the MS link.)

I wonder what I’d be doing now if the beast hadn’t trodden all over me?

Best wishes, Steve.

Whenever I am going to the Walton hospital, into the Wallasey tunnel & going past the Everton football ground, I will now always be thinking about your journeys Steve, lovely read Tracey