...my name is Boo, and I'm a friend of Glen; we work together (although are both on sick leave at the mo).
He asked me to look at this site - to see if it could help me (primarily I think, because that's the way he is!), but also to see how you are all helping him - which is wonderful.
Like he said, I have had a tough few years recently, and, being quite a 'private person', have not spoken much about things; keeping most of it between myself and my diary. Writing that last sentence has made me think what a bloody good liar I have become; to be honest, I have had an unhappy life since about the age of 20, (I'm 50 this year - shoot, that's a LONG time!), but I think the last 3 knocked my coping mechanism for six: my poor sister died whist in hospital, as a result of an infection picked up following a minor investigative procedure, and, following years of thinking I was just scatty/clumsy, was investigated and diagnosed with M.S. three months after my poor sister. I have, I think, put quite a brave face on things; I still have my Mum and 'baby' (44!) sister who know, but don't know (if you know what I mean!) the full extent of my difficulties, and I'll be 'retired off 'from work in the not too distant future, which is sad, but unfortunately inevitable.
Saying all that, I think I am dealing fairly well with all that has/is happening to me - my outlook, probably partly due to Prozac, is "s*** happens, c'est la bloody vie". I feel strong, and by being able to help friends and family helps me. I don't know what the future holds; (but to be honest, do any of us?) so I'm just dealing with one day at a time. I have my pusscats, and they keep me sane. ^&^
What a long ramble!! Sorry, but hello anyway :)
