In many ways, 2017 has been a bit of a tough year for me personally.
It started well enough, but after recovering from a nasty dose of man flu in February, I became painfully aware that I couldn’t think problems through in the same way as before.
Like a switch being thrown, it felt like I was permanently drunk (without the euphoria or reckless dancing). Sometimes like 1 or 2 pints, sometimes like 3 or 4.
Eight months later, the symptoms are pretty much the same as day one.
I find it difficult to keep up with conversations and I’m distracted by the smallest things. If there’s more than three people involved, I can’t listen to what everyone is saying, synthesise the intent and trajectory of the discussion, create some content and negotiate an appropriate moment to make my point. Everything just goes too fast.
When I’m speaking, I often need to speak slowly or the words can just dry up and I’m left hanging in mid sentence.
If I’m speaking with reasonable speed, then often I leave threads dangling, waiting for me to pick them up and tie the whole point together. But I don’t return. Rather, I’ll remember an hour later and hope my colleagues were still able to follow what I was saying.
As I write this and think about my business, it feels a bit like it’s another life. It feels as if the things that I love, like standing in front of our people, explaining, taking questions and trying to help everyone understand; Things like meeting with our clients and doing everything I can to make sure their projects actually deliver the business value they’re depending on; It feels as if those things are lost to me and I’m not sure if they’re coming back.
Of course, I’ve seen many medics in the last 8 months. My latest diagnosis is Atypical ME. Atypical because I’m not suffering with chronic fatigue and that is one of the landmark symptoms of the disease. The other symptoms and the pattern as they rise and fall, strongly suggests ME. No one even guesses a recovery time except to say that it will probably be a long time.
For all those things and more, I am truly grateful.
If you, or someone you care about have also had a bad year, then my thoughts are with you.
And so to the point.
As Movember approaches, I prepare once more to grow a pitiful moustache, hoping to raise some money and increase the awareness of health issues for men. I confess that it all seem less remote and theoretical this year!
If you’d like to sponsor me or our team for a pound or two, that would be great, thanks:
If you’re thinking about jumping on board the Movember fun train, don’t hesitate. Just do it.
If you’re worried that your Mo will look rubbish, I say embrace the wispy shadow and wear it proudly. If people laugh, look them straight in the eye, help them understand how we all need to stand together and do what we can for those less fortunate than ourselves.
And finally, Boris joined me for my Movember 2015 shot (I’m the one on the right!)
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