I'm one of these medical mystery types. Described as "a complicated case" in case I hadn't noticed over the past three and a half years, I think we're finally getting somewhere. This is my diary of living with the illness and disabilities, without knowing what I'm fighting.

Thursday, 30 September 2010

Road trip.

Tomorrow, me and my mother are taking my sister up to Cambridge, for the start of her university term. They start a bit later than most of them yes, but that's the nature of Oxbridge.
My concern is that I appear to have spent the past 2 days almost immobile, and while I'm half looking forward to having a bit of a change of scenery, and being able to see a few shops etc, the other half is dreading the fact that we're going to be away for 4 days, driving on every single one of them and doing more activity each day than I'd normally do in about a week.
We've decided to take 4 days for the journey because of me, so we can limit the amount of driving time to 3 hours a day, and we can stop as many times as we need to and stop at places like Bristol Cribbs Causeway and possibly Ikea. We'll stay with my uncle tomorrow night and Sunday night, and stay in a hotel in Cambridge on Saturday night.
I am worried that the only hotel we could get in Cambridge is quite a way out, so we won't be able to "pop back" if I need a rest, and as anybody in the same position will know, resting in a coffee shop isn't the same. While it's better than nothing, its not the same as being able to properly relax and recuperate.

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