Not gonna lie, I was a reluctant employee for spirit. For no other particular reason other than disbelief:
‘Moi? Do Tarot? Rrreeeaaallllyyyyy??? Isn’t that what Mystic Meg does?
Not-sure-that’s-for me-thank-you-very-much-goodbye.’
I had been so headstrong about having a career and doing big things, and you know, making a DIFFERENCE. The psychic thing, well that was just what I did when I’d had a few sherbets.
But within a handful of weeks there was no job, no income, no home, and no health. All the things that make up a life, no? Oh, and with a brutal break up in the mix, just to seal the deal. So my grand plan, was, to put it politely, banjaxed.
At this point, just being able to lift my head off the pillow was applause-worthy. If I walked a dozen steps, bonus!
Diagnosis never really came, not in the standard way anyway. So I was plonked under the umbrella of post-viral fatigue/chronic fatigue syndrome/myalgic encephalomyelitis. Yuppie flu as it was known in the 80s. (Remember yuppies?! What are they doing now?!)
Every now and again I would get tested for something else:
‘We think it might be Lupus!’
‘Ah no, it isn’t.’
‘We think it might be parasites!’
‘Ah no, wrong again I’m afraid.’
‘Well it isn’t xxx so that’s good news! Here’s some antidepressants to keep your pecker up.’
It was a steady mix of gratitude that I wasn’t battling a life-threatening illness, whilst at the same time wishing I was battling a life-threatening illness, because at least then I would KNOW.
All I did know, was that I had become a walking ghost.
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