I don’t know what’s with this whole healing thing, but I no longer drink six cups of tea a day! Nobody told me that my sincere passion for tea would be less a necessity once I no longer had fatigue. So, hey, in retrospect, being ill makes you an awesome tea connoisseur.
I’m now in my family’s Yorkshire home but all on my lonesome. It took me less then 24hrs of being here before I broke the TV (what’s with the multiple remotes? I just want ON, OFF, change the channel!) In 48 hours I managed to lose my phone, which is on silent, somewhere in the house. And the most exciting thing to do in this town is go to charity thrift shops designed for 80 year olds (which is actually quite exciting, you should the English lady tea-time-at-the-horse-races hats). Basically, higher zine intervention is telling me it’s time to sit down and write my next zine. So I’m plonking away at the keyboard and hopefully there will be a new zine in your hands soon!
Join me as I’m as I’m about to drink my first cup of tea since the operation! “What operation?”, is probably the question kicking around in your noggin right now. Well, as usual, I am a person of perplexing and unique character. I am not one in a million but I am two or three in a million— those of us in the world who have Cushing’s Syndrome. This essentially means that I am one of those people who had a noncancerous tumour attached to my brain that was blocking off important messages (including the ‘stress hormone’ cortisol) from being communicated. I always said communication is important and, believe me, my neurology can testify to it!
My lack of blogging, zine writing, and schlepping along to zine fairs has been because I have been going through quite a difficult time. I’ve dealt with some not so endearing symptoms such as severe depression, fatigue, muscle weakness, and joint pains, among many others. Luckily, after a long misty journey to having this syndrome finally diagnosed, I had an operation to remove the tumour last week and I should be on my way to gradually getting back to good health now. I feel a bit lousy at the moment but I can feel my body slowly getting stronger.
In fact, hold on, I’m going to take that sip of tea now. Ahh a strong green tea. Fucking fabulous. I’d like to write a zine about my experience with Cushings, disabilities, gender and healthcare access. But as is the way with actually living it, feeling able enough to produce the zine may take time. I would like to eventually get my story to you, and I’ve learned that I’m a pretty determined woman so be on the look out for its eventual emergence. Until then, I’m going to take it easy and enjoy drinking green tea again.