Having been officially ill for over a year now, I can say I know more about the meaning of happiness than I did before. This is not to say that I am thankful for Mr Graves for visiting me so persistently. Not at all.
This blog is also not about accepting Graves, or some other positivistic mumbo jumbo about how being ill is valuable for my personality, helped me gain important insights and made me take momentous decisions that changed my life for the better for years to come.
Put simply: Graves Disease sucks. Big time. It is not a walk in the park. In fact, you can count yourself lucky if you are able to enjoy a walk anywhere with Mr Graves by your side. I could bore you to tears with tales of my misery in the company of that douchebag. But I won’t.
Because this is a blog about seeing happy things despite all the above.
A blog inspired by my lovely lovable beloved prickly friends, who never fail to make me smile or even laugh out loud. Never in a million years did I expect to see a hedgehog in my city garden (or my kitchen, for that matter) – not even when we jokingly requested a ‘wilderness garden suitable for hedgehogs’ a few years back.
But here they are. Small miracles of wilderness in the big city. Wonders of fluffiness hiding underneath prickly backs. Watermelon gourmets behind a facade of boorish eating habits.
So what I learned is this: make wild visionary plans, and keep your eyes open. Then you will find your own miracle friends nearby. And the good news is, not even Mr Graves can take away the endless charm of a hedgehog eating a peanutbutter sandwich.