I don’t like mushrooms normally. They’re dark and slimy and out of control. Also, they taste horrible.
The NI Rare Disease Partnership is mushrooming, in a good way. (It turns out that there is no appropriate image for that.) Every day there are new things to consider, to plan, to work towards. With every conversation, with each new connection, synapses spark and eyes dance. My brain is remembering how to think. I’ve never been creative, but I enjoy working with other people. Being in at the start of something, helping to begin, to try to make a difference, is exciting, rewarding, and affirming.
Of course, since I’m spending all my time volunteering, or lying down in a darkened room, recovering from volunteering, there is a strong possibility that actual mushrooms may be growing in the corners and in the crannies of the house. Maybe the house could become some some sort of self sustaining bio environment (that’s bound to be a thing, surely?) where mushrooms grow in the grub, the family eat mushrooms and I am saved from any domestic effort at all?
What do you mean, that’s not a good idea? Am I actually considering a bio hazard? Hmmm. I’ll let you know how we get on…