I am going to have a lazy day and no good blogging subjects will come of this.

So here is one of my ‘back up blogs’.

Whilst in the gym the other day, a song I had not heard in a long, long time popped up on my iPod. It’s one that I used to listen to whilst ill, it’s one that covered pretty much all the emotions that I went through during my five years of illness; anger, frustration, disappointment and hope. Although I’m pretty sure the song isn’t about ME, it kinda sums it up perfectly. Now, if you don’t know me, you’re probably expecting some kind of mushy power ballad along the lines of ‘Our Tune’. This song is not a power ballad…..This song is Recover by The Automatic. (You can listen to it here)

Can’t fight! There’s no escaping the facts
I tried to help but I failed
To solve the problems so much
Of good intentions

I want my wasted hours back
And I want my head to clear
And I have this bad taste in my mouth
From late nights and bad films

Get up! Recover! Cause you’ll never dance again!
Get up! Recover! Cause you’ll never dance again!

I’m drip fed these pictures
And now my words abandon me
The fraction that’s still me
Said this life’s not all it could be

Now did you catch what I said?
Did you catch what I said?
One by one my ideas fade
And there’s nothing left to say

Get up! Recover! Cause you’ll never dance again!
Get up! Recover! Cause you’ll never dance again!
Get up! Recover! Cause you’ll never dance again!
Get up! Recover! Cause you’ll never dance again!

Can’t fight, decide a future
Let’s dance, you’re so robotic
Times up, refill the meter
This disappointment’s so electric

Get up! Recover! Cause you’ll never dance again!
Get up! Recover! Cause you’ll never dance again!
Get up! Recover! Cause you’ll never dance again!
Get up! Recover! Cause you’ll never dance again!

Now, quite blatantly, ME is not an illness from which you can just get up and recover, but anyone who has ever been unfortunate enough to experience any form of this illness will know, that is EXACTLY what you spend your hours in bed wishing you could do. So listening to this song, having recovered and pounding the treadmill was very, very therapeutic. I think I may actually have not only put my demons to bed, but tucked them in with a hot water bottle and a nice bed time story.

Thank you The Automatic. Although you made a HUGE mistake when you let Penny go.

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