If we were having coffee I would tell you that the cup needs to be a hell of a lot bigger! I had a proper night out for the first time in almost a year and realised that occasionally sacrificing comfort for fun is more than worth it.
There were several points during the evening where I felt as though I was crashing, or wished I’d packed more stimulants and painkillers into my handbag: but there were so many more moments of uncontrolled laughter and unashamed delight that making my usual early exit seemed like a poor option.
I’m not going to lie, today has been difficult. A late night coupled with continual physical activity (yes, standing up counts as a physical activity) led to an obvious and expected resurgence in the persistent ‘flu-like’ symptoms, as well as leaving most of my tendons begging for mercy.
But, despite the way I am feeling now, I know the intoxicating memories will last longer than this flare; and will serve as a reminder that my disability does not always have to be my Lord and master.
