Hello, my blog is here, and I must say my back is hurting
my blog's may bring a tear, and maybe a bit of flirting
I've blogged and broke the rule, And I've surfed t'internet highway
I've bored, but just one wish, I blogged it my way
My blogs, are blogged for you, but yeah I know that is pretention
I blogged what I had to blog, even with a great big erection
I have no plan or wooden horse, A careless post, blogged on a weekday
Oh yes, I've just one wish, to blog it my way
Yeah there were blogs, just one or two,
that didn't mean a thing to you
But through my blogs, I learnt to shout
I met new friends who helped me out
I typed them all, and had a ball
And blogged it my way
I've blogged, I've shed a tear, I've had my fill, my share of boozing
I stink but blogged all that, and can I say, in a fly-way
But no, oh no that's me, I blogged it my way
For what is a blog? What has it got?
A bit of fun, a bit of snot
To post the blogs in between meals
And not the blogs of my ideals
My blogging's slow, and God only knows
I BLOGGED IT MY WAAAAAAAAYYYYY

The End

There's a cure for ME/CFS/PVFS, well actually there's a million cures, if you search the web, and none of them are FREE. And if you go to a web-site of one of these so-called cures, there's lots of people telling you how it worked for them. I think in the past 10 years we, as a family, have spent thousands of pounds on trying different treatments, some a bit more "out there" than others, some were quite enjoyable ( I'm thinking of the report that eating chocolate could help cure ME/CFS/PVFS, it didn't cure me, but it did lighten my moods, although I did put on a bit of weight ( a bit being 2 and a half stone) Then there's oxygen therapy ( expensive) which has no guarantee. Then you've got, lotions, potions, herbal therapies, acupuncture, massage therapy, yoga ( I couldn't do it when I was healthy) adjusting your diet, not eating certain foodstuffs. Graded exercise is another aid ( not cure)I do that most days, no not most days, every other day. Cognitive-behavioral therapy is where you learn to adjust the way you live your life, learn how to relax, reach attainable goals, learning to pace yourself, not do too much, avoid stressful situations. I've done that, and it has helped me, but there's no cure, and if you know different, and it's free of charge ( I am Scottish after all) let me have it.
There is no single cure for ME/CFS/PVFS, if there was, no matter the cost, I'd be cured by now, but I'm not.
So that's ME. Thank you for reading this thing that I've done here today, I hope you have learned something from reading it, because after all this is a Diary Of ME. Cheeers.........

A husband was wondering what to give his wife for her birthday. He decided to give her a coffin ( they were both pensioners, and well they're nearer the grave than the womb) The following year he got her nothing, and his wife asked him why he didn't get her a birthday present? He replied " Well you never used last years present did you?"
Fin.

I wanna go to see Britney, but my wife will not let me
She said that if I go to Britney that she is gonna hit me
Oh I wanna go see Britney, but Herself Will not let me.
Oh dear, oh no, oh my
I think she's in a bit of a muddle, and could do with a great big cuddle
I think I'm the guy to show her fun, but Herself won't let me give her one
I think that she's in a pickle, and she needs a bit of slap'n'tickle
I wanna go'n' see Britney but my wife will not let me
She said that if I go to see Britney, that she will throw me out and hit me
Oh I wanna see my Britney, but Herself will not let me
Oh dear, oh me, oh my
I'd dig out my leather pants, and that cd with the sexy chants
I'd even shave my head, or go for a Brazilian instead
I could help dry all her tears, that poor lass Britney Speirs
I just wanna go and comfort the lass, but if I do my wife will kick my ass
Oh I wanna go see Britney, but my wife will not let me
If I go to see my Britney, Herself is gonna hit me
Oh I wanna go see Britney, but my leathers won't fit me
Oh I wanna go and see Britney, just a wee kiss if she'll let me
I just wanna comfort that lassie, She's so sexy, sweet and sassy
Oh I love that Britney Spiers, for her I'd shave my ears
I wanna go see Britney but my wife will not let me
I wanna go and see Britney Spiers, I've had a fancy for her for a few years
I wanna go and see my Britney, but George W. Bush will not let me
Oh no, oh me, oh dear oh my, I think I'm gonna cry...................