You almost died. Words ringing in my ears as I order coffee and search for a seat. I don’t remember the walk from the hospital to here. What I do remember is nodding, smiling and trying to carry on my appointment like being told I almost died is the commonest thing in the world.
“You left Dublin? That must have been some change for you?”
“Yeah, it took a while to get used to. I miss footpaths, street lights and living within the delivery zone of takeaways.”
I focus on the practical things because I’m afraid to admit the truth; it didn’t take me long to adapt to living in the country and, apart from friends and family, there is little about the city that feels like home. It stopped feeling like home while I was living there.
In sickness and in health; five words which seem obvious until they’re put to the test. This isn’t what either of us signed up for, except it kind of is. Who knew what would face us? That bipolar disorder was waiting in the wings, desperately trying to turn my mind into a battlefield neither of us is equipped to deal with.
You’ve booked your flights, got your passport and packed your bags. You’re good to go, right? There’s one more important thing to consider if you have a chronic illness, how will you manage it while you are on holiday? Following my recent trip to Barcelona here are a 5 tips for travelling with a chronic illness.