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.
I’ve been feeling a bit rundown recently, which usually mean my stress levels go up. Times of concern include: travelling (have you tried taking public transport with a large case and a walking stick? I wouldn’t recommend it), mornings (they seem to be spent mostly in bed with low energy levels) and night times (great, so now I can’t sleep!). The technical term for my current physical state is: broken.
I recently stayed at a B&B that used Neal’s Yard products, including vaporising oils. I’d forgotten the affect aromatherapy has on me. For the first time in weeks I felt my shoulders relax and I slept soundly (and no, there was no alcohol involved). As soon as I got home I went to Neal’s Yard and snapped up these Ready to Roll oils. A neat travel pack in a hessian pouch, it contains four small vials of oil blends to apply to your pressure points for: Relaxation, Travel, Energy and Night Time. Last night I slept well, this morning I feel energised. Forget £16.50 these are worth their weight in gold. A little bit of portable pampering. Perfect.
Neal’s Yard Ready to Roll set costs £16.50 and is available here: http://www.nealsyardremedies.com/Remedies-To-Roll-Set
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.