This was the question this evening from the back  of the car, courtesy of not-quite-six-year-old Plum. Not really a question I was expecting, or equipped to answer whilst navigating a busy four-way junction at rush hour. After a moment’s thought and having safely cleared the traffic, we discussed[…]

I talked in my last post the odd dreams I have thanks to Fibromyalgia. After reading this article today, I decided to write a bit more about my experience of having FM, at least from a medical point of view. When I went to university in 1992, I[…]