Just like buses..

Some people wait for years and never meet one. I always knew I would but I never knew when, and then out of the blue last last Monday I met one. I've been wanting to meet one for a long time now but the opportunity never really presented itself. Of course it's never how you imagine but it really wasn't a let down. I kind of drew a picture in my head of what it would be like, and added a little script as to what I might say but it didn't turn out anything like that. Yes folks after all this time, and all the waiting I finally met another person who suffers from the same condition as me.

I arrived in hospital last Monday and was put into a room for two and my room mate for the week was a fellow sufferer. It was fun, we traded stories and had a laugh about life in general and swaped DVD's. It's nice to know you're not alone sometimes. We had the usuall straem of med students in and out all week. They would sit with one of us and go through their usuall questions, every time they would comment on how rare CIDP is and how unlikely they were to come across another one, and then they'd sit with the other one of us and couldn't believe their luck at seeing two of us at the same time. This of course led to the "2 bus" joke over and over again, still they're med students, they don't get out a lot.

It was a good week all the same. I spent a lot of time playing around with a programme called Cakewalk, which is basicaly a way of writing and recording music just using my laptop. It's fun to do but for my money you can't beat playing real music with real instruments and a bunch of friends, but more of that later..