Stumbling in Flats

Ooh, I’m going out on a work night! I haven’t been out much at all since being diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, so this is BIG news. Fingers crossed, I’m well and truly in remission right now, so I’m going to make the most of it. Anyone with MS will know the dark spectre of a new relapse is always lurking round the corner, ready to pounce.

Up until very recently, just getting through the day and then falling headlong in the sofa used up all my energy. Having an evening out did not even cross my mind. Loading the washing machine was akin to running a marathon, cooking dinner from scratch was replaced by the microwave and life was scaled back to the absolute bare minimum needed to function.

So, decisions, decisions. What to wear? Can’t really wear the same as you’d wear on a Friday or Saturday night. Need to look as if I’ve just thrown together a chic outfit whilst juggling my oh-so busy life. The ‘no-effort, but somehow devastatingly fabulous’ look. A bit unstructured, but put-together. Does that make sense?

Right, now, got to think about what to have to drink. Soft drink? Maybe a bit unsophisticated. A mocktail? Bit naff. Wine? Well, I’m not driving, so possibly, but drinking so early in the week? Could be viewed as starting the weekend a little too early. Perhaps a spritzer then. Next, I have to think about how long to stay. We are meeting half six for seven (what does that even mean?). Should I turn up dead on half six and look a bit tragic or play it more mysterious by arriving just before seven?

Fleetingly, an image of me all cosied-up on the sofa with a good book pops into my mind. So tempting, so…..comforting and familiar. But, no, I am going out. And I can’t wait.