I’m a writer. I have EDS III. My neck/shoulders/back/whole body is so sore it feels like someone’s been using me as a stress toy. Magnesium Sulphate a.k.a. Epsom Salts eases muscle tension. The brown paper bag packaging looks stylish, rather than clinical or medicinal in my bathroom. Magnesium Sulphate is often lacking in modern diets and… to be honest this had me at ‘eases muscle tension’. I dropped two cup’s worth under running bath water and soaked forever. I’m actually writing this from the bath. I’m never getting out. It feels so good.
The Essential Oil Company’s Epsom Salts 2kg bag costs £9.98 and can be purchased here.
Today is not a good day. My legs don’t work properly and my knees are like two overripe oranges, fit to burst, spongy, about to turn bad. And my shoulder has gone. A net of taut knots has replaced it, pulling me in the wrong direction. And my neck has a shard of painful rock driven into the side of it. And I look fine.
I look 32, something close to slender, healthy, fit and I can’t move for the pain. I’m tired. The heavy soreness sucking me down. My bed is my uncomfortable partner. Invisible condition. Chronic pain. Ehlers Danlos III. Empty meaningless words, I wish I could flesh them out with the weight of my limbs, with the ache, so you could see it. Just once. Today is not a good day.
My name is Angela Clarke and I write the Confessions of a Fashionista column for the Daily Mail. For the last three and a half years I’ve divulged gossip, anecdotes and stories from inside the fashion industry. Read the full story here…