Last night I dreamt of Christmas. Or rather Christmas preparations that weren't going to plan. Christmas lights that wouldn't work, that couldn't be found. What does that mean? For me, I think, it's the realisation that I have no control, and I've always been a control freak. It irritates my family, and now my lack of control irritates me.
I have a chronic blood disorder. It shouldn't be debilitating, but it creeps or rather slips from under the feet, sending me sliding over a cliff if I walk to close to the edge. So once you have a diagnosis, regular blood tests are given to track how stable it is, and it's projectory when it starts to wander.
Thanks goodness for our NHS, I don't know where I'd be without it. It's scary for people who are so dependent on it, reading about how it is failing. For many it's a life saver, for many it's a way of life, and I'll never forget how grateful I am to be alive because of it.
I aim, in this blog, to change direction and try to explain how I live my life with TTP, Thrombotic Thrombocytopenia Purpura.
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