Wednesday, August 7, 2013   I had an encounter recently with my
housemate, that sheds a little light on the way I am perceived
by people, especially by those who have no idea about my CFS,
and the strange in-between world that my condition forces me to
live in. I have already written a little about this before here.
A brief word here about my living arrangements. I live in a
shared semi-detached house in an estate on the edge of a medium
sized town. There are three bedrooms in the house, though only
two are now occupied, so I basically share with a woman in her
forties from an African country who has been in Ireland about
four years. Let's call her K. K was here when I moved in, about
eighteen months ago.  K and I had an argument about the
electricity bill last week, a common enough occurrence I imagine
for people who share a living space and who have communal bills.
She has a thing about the immersion water heater, and doesn't
like anyone to have it on for longer than fifteen minutes. From
my perspective sh