Titta mamma, regnbågen har tappat sina färger igen!* - Michelle, 4
Michelle's observation isn't completely inaccurate - our evenings certainly are colorful; pale blue meets pink and gold earlier every night, but not early enough to awaken the dread of winter. Not yet.

Besides, I have my own little rainbows within. I am full of sunshine, so to speak. ( Read more... )

And something  ( Read more... )

It seems like there is so much going on right now - the baby growing in my belly, Michelle saying things like "book" and "sitta där"(sit there) and realizing her body can do fun things like run and spin around and walk on tiptoe, my youngest SIL going of to Australia for a year, my 92-year-old grandmother getting sick, then getting well, then ( Read more... )

What a week! Two days after getting my driver's license, I paid a visit to the rheumatologist that I have been seeing off and on for two years. Lo and behold, he gave me a diagnosis: Rheumatoid arthritis ( Read more... )

My fifth driving test: I can't get the hang of the Volvo S60 station wagon: third gear handles much lower speeds than that in a V70 and so the inspector tells me to switch from second to third several times. Fourth gear seems superfluous. Every helmet-less, cycling maniac seems to be out in Ängelholm, zig-zagging precariously across the street, ( Read more... )

Doctor, doctor
In March of 2004 I paid my first visit to a GP in three years. I was fed up with the fatigue, the aches in my joints and muscles, the headaches and the nosebleeds. I was also having trouble with one ear and had noticed that I couldn't hear as well on that side. ( This visit (you can read about it here in Swedish) )

Although only a parenthesis to the story of whatever happened to Pam Griffin, I wanted to write about my first meeting with Mikael so as to share this story with the rest of you who have traveled far, or merely taken the step from the virtual to the real world to meet someone you just felt you couldn't not meet ( Read more... )

Towards the end of the summer of 2003, I was worried that the plans Försäkringskassan had set up for me might fall through again. I was interested in becoming a medical secretary and plan A was to do my occupational therapy at a hospital or health care center to get a feel for the job before embarking on new studies. While surfing the net, though, ( Read more... )

Physical issues (but progress too ( Read more... )

The year was 2002. I was 29 years old and none of the things I used to be. A paradigm shift began to take place, I finally saw that some of the things that I thought were very temporary setbacks in my life were going to need to be dealt with in the long term. During my three years of on and off sick-leave, my diagnosis had remained the same: I was ( Read more... )