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It's been over four months since my last post. When I wrote my last entry, Losing My Mind , I was still working full-time, trying to make things work and get through my days. I had tried to keep some relationship with my bike - and therefore some sense of freedom - but through the harsh realities of this illness I was shown in no uncertain way that I couldn't do it. My life was whittled down to simply trying to get to work and make it through the day. I came home and went straight to bed. There were no reserves left to make dinner, or spend time with friends, or go for a walk. My tank was empty. Whilst I was starting to accept some of the illness, particularly the very many symptoms, I was still struggling to accept that drastic changes were needed. I was still powering through. I spent a few weeks trying to work from home for three days a week, to alleviate the pressure to perform in the office, and to allow myself invaluable extra time in bed in the morning and space to