And now for something a little different. I’m writing a book, yup a real actual book with all the words in it. The working title is: Professional Sick Girl – The … Continue reading Tinder dates from a West London hospital
I want to take a minute to tell you why Professional Sick Girl exists. It’s true, I like to write; it’s my way of connecting with the world around me. … Continue reading Why we must talk about illness when it isn’t life or death
I felt guilty writing the title of this post. It’s not something I’d relish reading from a friend or loved one and I can only imagine what it’s like as … Continue reading How to plan a career when you’re predicted to die in 10 years
Hooo boy. Illness. It is quite the ice breaker at a party. When I meet a new person I like to tell them at least once that I have a … Continue reading The Jekyll and Hyde life
Previously I’ve written about working with a condition, amongst other aspects of life but I haven’t shared any travel stories. This is the first post in a series on travelling … Continue reading Travelling carefree and with a carry-on full of drugs
Or, that time I mentioned my wheezy-hamster-lungs in an interview. Unsurprisingly having a life-shortening illness can make you feel a tad vulnerable at times. It can also make you feel … Continue reading A lesson in vulnerability
Good health is everything. So some people believe. As humans we structure our needs in that well-known colloquialism of ‘[insert life changing challenge e.g. having no job or experiencing … Continue reading Health is everything
It’s that time of year again. Oh, you thought I meant the election? Well, yes. But it’s also around about the time of year I end up in hospital for … Continue reading An appeal at the eleventh hour
I would expect, that even if you aren’t a part of the niche, tight-knit community of CF-related diabetics like me*, you will have experienced brain fog at some point in … Continue reading When the brainfog hits you bad; a specialist’s perspective
I got offered a freelance role recently. Successful agency, a big new business win to work on and, it goes without saying, some financial security. I turned it down. I … Continue reading Sorry but I don’t like your air
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.
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 country- does it actually help anyone?