With every percentage
That scrappy bit of paper above is a list of life ambitions I wrote, aged 18. You can see I didn’t exactly hold back.
My seven to eleven
Do you ever have one of those days where it just feels like life is ruled by numbers? For someone with CF, I don’t really take that much medication, but these are some of the numbers CF can add into the day. 7:00 Wake up. 7:15 Shower and do 5 mins of physio. 7:40 2 puffs of…
…And another thing from this millennial
Technically, aged 25, I am a millennial. Glossing over the fact that this term throws together millions of young people- at a time in your life where a couple of years, for instance, can make the difference between a near affordable degree and one that will land you with a debt worthy of a small…
What’s purpose anyway?
We’ve all read about the girl who has months left to live and is following her bucket list through to completion or the cancer survivor who lives each day as their last. I dont know what its like to truly live day to day, not knowing whether there’s another one, so I won’t pretend I…
Mind the bull: staying buzzword free in advertising.
This is an article I wrote for FutureRising: a much needed initiative for those trying to break into the creative industries. Complete with a fantastic hub of advice and inspiration and opportunities to get involved with real industry work (like gold dust for many aspiring creatives out there). Ah, you’ve landed your first ad job,…
My dirty habit
I have a habit. I don’t like to talk about it. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t kick it. My daily pick-me-up. I’m not alone. A lot of young city dwellers need a bit of extra help A little lift, to make it through a demanding day. Once in the morning, and in the…
Illness isn’t inspiring.
Illness isn’t inspiring. I’ve often heard lines like “He’s so inspiring, I could never do what he does,” when someone expresses their admiration for a person suffering from a serious illness. It’s a nice sentiment. But I don’t think many people realise what they could do, if faced with an illness and having no choice but to deal with…
Project management and pills
On learning about my CF, an ex boyfriend of mine very kindly (and with only a small hint of panic in his voice) once asked how he’d know if I needed ‘help’. Would I suddenly clutch my chest and start gesturing frantically for him to call 999? Would I turn blue in the face and…
Don’t mind me; I spilt some heparin in your coffee
Ah it’s that time again. Home Intravenous Antibiotics and work. Always a tricky balance, but one made a lot easier for me this time by a job I truly enjoy and that I can plan treatment around. Let me take you back a bit, to my last post but one, ‘fear is not conducive to…