Quick Update – 23/10/2009

We saw the Diabetic nurse this morning and she was lovely… very helpful and gave us lots of information to bring home too, but she is not at all impressed with the hospital and has changed everything they told us!!

Hubby’s insulin has been changed to a different sort and is now being administered through a “pen” instead of a syringe.  He’s now on Novomix 30… still 20ml at 7am and 10ml at 6pm though.

He has been given a glucose meter and has to test his sugar levels four times a day… the hospital told him not to test his blood at all!!  And he now has to test his Ketones every day – something else that the hospital never mentioned!!

Julie (the Diabetic nurser)  also gave us loads of advice about diet, etc… he has to have four meals a day, all of which need to be high in carbohydrates but low in sugar and she has told him which foods are “safe” and what is best for snacks, etc.

We’re both feeling a bit better about the whole situation now that we’ve finally spoken to someone who appears to know what she’s talking about and is giving him the right sort of advice and treatment.

The main thing is going to be trying to get into a routine with mealtimes, etc cos at the moment we tend to snack during the day and have one meal in the evening but now he has to have breakfast with his 7am insulin, lunch then dinner with his 6pm insulin and supper, so that in itself will be quite an adjustment but we’ll get there.

The insulin pen is great… very discreet and accurate and will mean that once everything is under control and he’s used to it then it’ll be fairly easy to do if we’re out anywhere, rather than the whole syringe and bottle of insulin carry on.

Gord is asleep at the moment… he fell asleep just after we got home about 2pm so I think I’ll give him til about 4pm-ish then wake him up.   That’s one of the things which is bothering him most at the moment, he is constantly tired and no matter how much sleep he gets then he doesn’t feel any beter for it… hopefully that will sort itself out in time when his sugar and insulin is all under control.

What a f**king week – 22/10/2009

Hi folks,

I might not be about as much as normal for the time being as things have all been turned upside down this week!!

Last Friday hubby was sent for blood tests and on Monday morning we got a phone call from the Nurse at our GP surgery to go and see her on Tuesday lunchtime as the results of his blood tests were back… the turnaround time on the blood tests set alarm bells ringing right away!!

Anyway, we saw the nurse and she confirmed that hubby has Type 1 Diabetes and will now be insulin dependant… he was only tested because of a constant thirst and wee-ing!! and she sent us straight to the hospital as his glucose reading was almost 20 when it should be between 5 and 7.

After four hours sitting at the hospital, more blood tests then more waiting we were told that the Diabetic Team had gone home for the evening so there was nothing they could do other than give him two fast acting tablets and send us home to wait for a phone call the following morning.

Wednesday morning came and went and no phone call… it’s the NHS so I’m not surprised!! But thankfully we have my Mum’s Gluco-Meter so were able to monitor his blood-sugar levels and by just after 3pm yesterday afternoon his reading was 30.6 – more than four times the safe level!! So needless to say I phoned the ward that he’s been at on Tuesday and we were told to get back to the hospital asap.

Yet more sitting around, blood tests and a chat with another consultant and we were told that he would be given insulin and sent home… three hours later and still no insulin! After lots of to-ing and fro-ing and talking to various nurses, some thought he was being admitted and others didn’t, we finally got to see yet another consultant who went through everything again and said we’d definitely be going home as soon as they could source some insulin.

Easy enough? Nope, you must be joking!! By this time it was about 8:30pm so the Diabetic Team and Pha-rmacy staff had all gone home so there was nobody there to authorise them issuing insulin for hubby to bring home. They eventually gave him a shot of insulin in the hospital then they managed to get a prescription so we were rushing around just before 10pm trying to get his prescription made up!! Total nightmare.

Anyways, we’re now at home with a three day supply of insulin… 20ml at 7am and 10ml at 6pm and finally have an appointment to see Diabetic team tomorrow – bearing in mind we should have seen them on Tuesday!!!

At the moment we don’t really know if we’re coming or going, neither of us are sleeping, we’re not really sure what’s “safe” for him to eat, though we know he needs to avoid sugar and we’re still trying to find our feet with administering his insulin so as you can imagine, the internet is the least of our worries, though I’m trying to get our website/Misi shop out there for pre-Christmas sales but haven’t the energy.

We are both at the end of our tether and it really does feel like this is just another blow on top of the health problems we both have and all the other events this year… I could quite happily close myself away for a few months in the hope that everything had improved when I resurfaced but it’s hardly likely!!

I really just want to scream… but to be honest, I don’t think I have the energy!!!

Wednesday 5th August 2009

Just a quick update on my ‘weird feelings’ and sleeplessness:

Yesterday during the day I was very cagey and anxious everytime I went into our bedroom, to the extent that I was avoiding the room where at all possible… I can’t pinpoint why I feel so anxious but it just doesn’t feel “right”.

I’ve had no coffee since Monday and have decided to avoid coffee, redbull, etc for a while to see if it makes a difference. I’ve been drinking camomile tea on and off for a while now so am going to stick to that for the time being.

I wasn’t really online yesterday afternoon/evening and from tea time onwards tried to relax as much as possible with hubby… chilling on the sofa and drinking lots of water so when I went to bed I felt relatively relaxed and sleepy, around 11:30pm which is about four hours earlier than usual!!

I lay in bed awake til well after 3am… first in silence, then listening to the radio then eventually watching television but I just couldn’t settle and felt really on-edge. Eventually I started to drift off but then woke with a startle as it felt like there was someone standing over me, it was like a dark shadowy figure… every time I tried to go to sleep, I got this image. I am really starting to believe that there is a more spiritual than physical explanation to this.

This morning I got up feeling absolutely exhausted… I was awake most of the night, very anxious and on edge but was determined I wasn’t going to have another night/early morning sat at the laptop. There is still a feeling of having to constantly look over my shoulder too. It’s very weird.

I’ve been into town today and done the weekly Tesco shop which I’ve tried not to buy anything sugary or containing caffeine (lots of fresh fruit, veg and yogurts) in case it’s an energy/sugar/caffeine build up.

Today I feel totally exhausted and both physically and mentally drained… I just have no energy or motivation for anything and feel that I could go to sleep sitting at the laptop, though when I went for a lie down in bed a little while ago, I couldn’t settle… again!!

I think I’ll try a nice soak in a lavender bubble bath tonight, some aromatherapy candles in the bedroom and an early night with some relaxing music to see if it helps… oh and of course, my camomile tea!!

In the meantime, I just need to stay alert enough to get everything done in the house and look after hubby and the animals!!

Weird feelings in the night

It’s not even 5am yet but here I am sitting at the laptop… not because I’m not tired, but because I was woken up about half an hour ago with a really strange feeling. Bearing in mind that I’ve not been sleeping properly for a while and I’m really tired, now I just can’t settle so I thought I’d write down what I was feeling to see if I could then settle.

Initially I woke up needing to use the bathroom so went to the toilet and returned to bed… nothing unusual there! I got back in bed and settled down again and was beginning to drift back off to sleep and suddenly had this really bizarre feeling of spinning around high up in the air… the only way I can describe it is like the actions of being in the fairground waltzers, except without any physical contact around me, the spinning around was just me in mid air. High up in the air.

I sat bolt upright and wide awake again, opened my eyes and the feeling stopped, so I lay back down and as soon as I closed my eyes it started again. This went on for about twenty minutes, close my eyes and it felt like I was spinning in the air, then open my eyes and everything was ‘normal’ then I started to drift off again. I was almost asleep again then WHAM!! I got the spinning feeling again so sat up in bed and got a really sharp stabbing pain in my chest.

I just can’t settle now so thought I’d write down what’s happened and then maybe I could go back to sleep, but since I got out of bed I’ve been incredibly sick and have noticed really deep red scratches on both my arms… I tried to take photographs of the scratches to show you but no matter what settings I use on the camera, my arms just come out on the photo as really bright white with no marks.

Since I’ve got up I stll feel really sick, have a really bad headache and feel very uneasy and shaky and feel like I need to constantly look over my shoulder, it really is a horrible feeling.

Has anyone ever experienced anything like this before? Any ideas what it could be?  Whatever it is, I don’t like it!!!

Monday 3rd August 2009

Just a quick update before bed!!

Both Gord and I have had a very rough few days.  We are both suffering with very low times with our depression which means that neither of us will confide in each other about how we feel as we don’t want the other to worry, yet most of the things which are getting to us are relating to us both so we really need to talk if we are to get anywhere.

Yesterday saw everything come to a head… one minute Gord and I were chatting and the next we were arguing, neither of us really know what started it but it ended up a stupid niggly little argument but after lots of tears and talking we both agree that we need to talk about things instead of bottling them up regardless of how we feel.

The main things which are getting to us are our health problems, financial problems (debt, etc), lack of income from our crafts and our repeated miscarriages… we never seem to get any answers when we approach the health service or citizens advice for help and seem to just get left to get on with things.  We are told these service are there to help the public but we are yet to see any proof!!  We are both missing our mums and both dads seem to be becoming more distant as time goes on… we try to talk to them or arrange to do things with them but they both have better things to do or find ways of avoiding what we suggest, it’s really dragging us down but neither dad can see what they are doing.  I just hope that they do realise before it is too late.

Gord’s uncle isn’t doing too good at all… he went to theatre on Friday and they flushed out the wound before stitching him up but the infection which started in the bone has now spread to his blood so he’s on various painkillers and antibiotics. He did get home last night though (Sunday) and at the moment is very tired and sore, he’s got to go back to the hospital on Wednesday so we’ll see what they say then.

On a plus side, Gord has had his appointment through for his first physiotherapy appointment for this Friday so hopefully they will either be able to help or at least send of their report to get further tests carried out.  His knee problems have been going on for nineteen months so far and it seems to be getting worse without much help from the hospital.  He saw the GP today who has given him a prescription for another antidepressant/nerve tablet as well as his normal anti depressants and painkillers, he has also been told that on top of all of those he has to take paracetamol in between – at this rate he will be floating on cloud nine and won’t know who he is never mind anything else!!  I guess we will see what happens as time goes on.

My appointment has finally come through as a result of my Cognitive Behaviour Therapy referral and I have to go for an assessment with a Clinical Psychologist on 19th August 2009, apparently they will assess me then to see if I do actually need CBT and what else they can do to help, bearing in mind my doctor has been sending referrals to them for eighteen months.  They are a nightmare!!  I guess time will tell what they decide but I just hope it is something more than  “keep taking the tablets” and they can actually suggest something to help.

We have our next appointment at the Miscarriage Clinic on 20th August 2009, which is for the results of all the blood tests they took in June so I just hope that the results from those tests show something that they can help with as I’m fed up being told that miscarriages are a ‘process of natural elimination’ and other such comments.

I’ve been speaking to our friend Karen this evening, and her and her family have been through so much lately.  Karen spent a while in hospital after having surgery which they were expecting a very long and drawn out recovery from as she had a large open wound but I’ve found out tonight that she has surprised the medical staff by a much quicker recovery and her wound is healing quicker than they expected, they have told her that the healing of her wound is nothing short of a miracle but that just proves what a great person she is and how much fight and determination she has.  Her daughter Sam has also been through a rough time lately after contracting Swine Flu but is thankfully much better and returned to work today.  Unfortunately Karen’s son Keith is still having lots of health problems after a stint in hospital a couple of months ago and is awaiting yet another referral to see a specialist to get to the root of his problems.  Karen got a beautiful little Siberian Husky puppy last week, a gorgeous little boy called Kiya and since she has had him she is definitely sounding much happier and more positive which is lovely to hear, I just hope this is the beginning of things looking up for her and her family.

Well, I think I might hit the hay as they say and hopefully tomorrow will bring a day which is a bit brighter and more positive for everyone… in the meantime I hope everyone is ok *hugs*  Sweet dreams  xxx

Friday 31st July 2009

Where do I start?  This last week has been an absolutely nightmare from start to finish!!

Both Gordon and I have been in pretty low places with regards to our depression, neither of us wanting to worry the other so not really talking all that much.  Neither of us are sleeping much cos we’re worrying about things which in turn makes us grouchy.  The worry is adding to our stress and depression so we’ve no motivation, etc to work on getting things sorted out… a bit of a vicious circle!!

Gordon’s knee is giving him a  lot of pain at the moment and he’s taking his maximum dosage of painkillers every day (some days an extra dose) and still getting no form of relief.  He’s tried heat pads, cold compresses, sitting with his leg raised, all the exercises recommended by his physio last time around and still he doesn’t seem to be able to get any relief from the intense pain.  At the moment he has been told they can’t do anything else until he restarts physio and they do another MRI scan, but how long we’ll have to wait for that is anybody’s guess.

My back seems to be slowly mending itself, though as soon as I sit for too long or try to do too much walking then I’m back to square one and as for getting in and out of the bath, that’s still a nightmare.  Hopefully it will continue to improve though as it’s been almost four weeks and I’m getting a bit fed up of not being able to do what I want, when I want to… I have no patience!!

We got a phone call from Gord’s aunt Lynn last night with yet more bad news… her husband (John) had an accident while working on their caravan last Saturday which resulted in a one inch cut on his finger, cut to the bone… so they took him straight to A&E and he had five stitches and was told to take the dressing off in 2-3 days to check the wound. Lynn took the dressing off on Tuesday and said it was obvious the wound had become infected so they went straight back to the hospital and a nurse confirmed there was an infection and made an appointment for John at the hand clinic on Wednesday and they were sent home.  Tuesday night, John couldn’t settle as he was in so much pain with his hand… (him admitting being in pain or needing medical help really means something is wrong as he’s a real man’s man and never sees his doctor and usually just gets on with things!) so by 6am on Wednesday morning Lynn was back at A&E with him where they instantly admitted him.

In the meantime, Lynn started showing signs of Swine Flu and ended up with the paramedics at the house on Sunday night as she could hardly breathe as her asthma was really affected – she was told that because her breathing was so bad she really needed to be in hospital but because she was at the contagious stage of the Swine Flu they wouldn’t admit her so she had to stay at home in quarantine for 48 hours!! and ended up with the doctor visitting three times on Monday and again on Tuesday night but is thankfully a lot better now though struggling with a dreadful cough.

On Wednesday afternoon John was taken to theatre where they had to re-open the wound and make a ten inch incision from the tip of his middle finger (which is the finger he cut) along the palm of his hand to try to extract the infection, and they had to leave it as an open wound.  Lynn and John spoke to his consultant yesterday and they now think that they may have to take him back to theatre today (Friday) to make a further incision from his hand along his rm, beyond his wrist as the infection is spreading quite rapidly, so it’s a case of waiting to see what the doctor says this morning to find out whether he’ll be going back to theatre later today but either way he’ll definitely be in hospital over the weekend.

On a brighter note, it’s my Dad’s birthday next week (8th August) so we’re busy seeing what handcrafted goodies we can make for him and looking forward to him coming to visit in two weeks time… he’s working on his birthday so it’ll just be a phone call and no doubt an msn conversation.

We’ve got a few craft fairs booked at the moment so we’re trying to build up stock for those in between orders, although motivation has been lacking lately so we really need a swift kick up the butt to get sorted otherwise we’ll have no stock!!  The next  event isn’t until the end of August so we’ve got a few weeks to get our act together.

So today’s plan of action, I hear you ask… the kitchen and livingroom are tidied and Gord is asleep so I can’t do the bedroom at the moment so I think I might browse the internet for a little while and then try to do some crafting.  Later we’ve got to go out and then it’ll be a nice long walk with the dogs so fingers crossed the rain stays away and we get some decent weather!!!

Thursday 23rd July 2009

Where do I start?  This last week or so hasn’t been too great, a bit of an emotional rollercoaster with more downs than ups and I’m starting to lose faith in everything to be honest.

It’s starting to feel like everything that I try to do or touch goes wrong.  Nobody has to say anything specific and I end up an emotional wreck.  I’ve been getting really fed up and frustrated with everyone/everything then get annoyed with myself for being so fed up?  As for crafting… I have loads of ideas and inspiration for things but then when I sit down to start something it all ‘goes’ and then I just lack any inspiration or motivation?

I’ve been feeling like this a lot lately and although I’ve been on anti-depressant medication since 2004, I haven’t felt this low in ages… usually I can give myself a kick up the butt and start to get back into some sort of routine but at the moment I just seem to be stuck in a rut and it’s really getting to me.  I’m on Sertraline 200mg (once a day) and have been for about two years now.  I have tried to come off it on several occasions without success… I have seen several different counsellors from different organisations over the years and each one refers me to somewhere different… a bit like being passed from pillar to post – very frustrating!!

I recently saw a new doctor to our practice who was great, extremely helpful and as soon as she read through my records and I went over everything with her, she immediately said that I need to see a Cognitive Behaviour Therapist as oppose to a counsellor so she sent the referral off and I’m had confirmation that I’m on the waiting list, though there’s apparently an eighteen month wait for CBT.

With regards to the long term use of anti-depressant medication, then it does cause me concern that the doctors keep telling me to “keep taking the pills” until I have seen the CBT specialist but knowing this could be a long while away, it seems that it’s the easy cop out for the GPs to continue to issue a prescription instead of offering any alternative help.

Some days I have no motivation to drag myself out of the house, no ‘reason’ to do anything and feel really useless which I know is stupid but I just can’t seem to help how I’m feeling… other days I get out of bed but the idea of going outside, shopping, etc sends me into a complete panic and I end up staying indoors anyway… it really does get me down that I can’t seem to do the simplest of things without huge repercussions.

No matter how low I feel, I always check in with the Crafts Forum, at least once most days, as I know that there are people around there that I can talk to without being judged and who aren’t involved in my situation and having talked over this situation it is worrying to hear just how many of us are in, or have been in a similar situation… depression affects far more people than we realise.

There have been lots of helpful ideas suggested as well as a huge amount of support than I am really grateful for and everyone advice, hints and ideas are definitely being considered and hopefully will help me to feel a bit better over time.

My first ‘biggy’ is having a mass sort out both of my craft supplies and in the house in general… everything needs either tidied, sorted or thrown away and I’m hoping that by doing this it will help me to get rid of anything that’s holding me back, while at the same time give me some inspiration for some new crafting, recycling, etc… we’ll see if that works.

I definitely think that getting our more is defintiely the key to being a bit more positive and starting to get out of this rut, even if it’s only a walk round to the park with hubby and the dogs or a drive somewhere different with the camera… with having three dogs there’s always an excuse to go out for a walk!!

I have tried exercise classes in the past and going to the gym before but these just increased my anxiety as I felt very uncomfortable so at the moment I don’t think these are for me though it may be something to look at in the future.  A local venue is looking into starting a craft club though which I’d be quite interested in as it would help with the social aspect while everyone would have something in common to set off conversation, etc, so it may be something worth considering… time will tell I suppose.

Someone else suggested a weekly/fortnightly/monthly allocated ‘me day’ where even just for a few hours, everything gets put aside and it’s time just for me to do what I want or what I enjoy or do something different… I definitely think this sounds like a fab idea too… not really sure what kind of thing I’d plan, though it’s definitely something worth thinking about and something to look forward to when I’m feeling low so I will have to have a think and perhaps note down some ideas, etc.

I really am grateful for all of these fab ideas and everyone’s support… I think the hardest part for me is trying not to hide my true feeling from those closest to me.  Close friends and family rarely know how low I feel as I tend to put on a happy-smiley-confident act as I don’t want to worry them as they all have enough going on but there is only so long that I can keep the act up for without completely falling apart.

The main key to all of this I suppose is trying to accept that depression is something that I don’t really have much control over… I can try to find ways to cope with the different aspects and trigger factors, but there will always be good days and bad days and it’s a matter of finding coping mechanisms for the bad days to try to deal with it in a better way than self harming, which over the last few years is something that has been happening more and more.

For now, I think I’m going to start with a long soak in a warm bath and then perhaps a little craftroom sorting, a bit at a time and then see how the day progresses from there… I’m not making any big plans or trying to expect too much, but I need to take one step at a time out of this deep dark place and slowly find my way back onto an even keel.

Onwards and upwards, as they say… hopefully that’s the way we’ll be going

Laura xxx

Tuesday 14th July 2009

It’s Tuesday night and this last week or so, hasn’t seen much in the way of crafting though lots of lists have been made and ideas starting to be put into action.

I’m still having a lot of pain from my back and my ‘wonderful’ painkillers don’t seem to be doing much good so I’m just trying to get on with things without it dragging me down too much.  Phoned the doctors this morning and there’s still no sign of my xray results – apparently they can take up to four weeks!!!  Not very good when it’s back injury but I suppose it’s typical of the wonderful NHS!!

Gordon is still having a lot of trouble with his knee, which seems to be getting worse, he can’t even get out of bed in the mornings now without me helping to move his knee to loosen the joint and the last few days he hasn’t even been able to bare my hand lightly touching his knee.  He is getting little or no sleep most nights and his painkillers barely take the edge off the pain so combine pain with lack of sleep and you end up with one grumpy hubby.

We have a very ill friend in Hastings and this is also adding to our stress, as both Gord and I feel really guilty that we are so far away and are not able to offer any physical support or help to Karen and her family… talking and listening is all very well but when our friend is on bedrest with a long recovery ahead of her after major surgery, it doesn’t really help with day to day living.  I just wish that I could take away Karen’s suffering and help her to feel better.

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This last few days I have managed to make up some lists with regards to Christmas and now know that for our own use we need fifteen bookatrix keepsake cards and approx 50 ‘normal’ greetings cards so I want to start working on those asap so that I can get those out of the road and then start working on designs for craft fairs and online selling.

With regards to Christmas presents, I have decided to crochet my Gran a blanket for the winter months when she is watching television… ot too sure what she’ll be getting to go with it though lol.

I have ordered two calendars from Ebay for Christmas presents, well one for Dad and I think I’ll keep the other for myself… I don’t usually buy calendars so early but these are fundraising for MacMIllan Cancer Relief and it’s a fantastic cause who offered so much support when my Mum passed away in 2007 so I wanted to purchase them when I could.

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Dad is in week two of his caravanning holiday in Scotland… he left East Kilbride on Sunday 5th July 2009, and drove up to Fort William, since then he has spent a couple of days there then went to Kyle of Lochalsh then over to the Isle of Skye and went back down to Fort William at the weekend.  He is spending this week in the Fort William area visitting Aonach Mor, Ballachulish and Glenfinnan, to name a few places and is planning to do some of the tourisy walks and has a boat trip planned for Thursday.  He seems to be enjoying his holiday despite the wonderful Scottish weather of the last couple of days… he enjoys the independence of jumping in the caravan and going wherever he wants!!  And staying in Fort William means that the evenings he doesn’t fancy fending for himself he can call in to visit his sister and have dinner with them!!  Looking forward to seeing some of his photos when he get back as both Gord and I love the highlands and there is some beautiful scenery.  Hope Dad enjoys the rest of his holiday!!

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We haven’t really got much planned for this week so I think it’s just going to be a ‘wait and see how we feel’ and then decide what we are going to do each day… the weather is pretty miserable so it probably won’t be much!!! lol.

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Nothing else really to report so off to update my crafty blog now!!

Laura xxx

Bath Time

Here we are on Thursday evening… five days since I fell and fractured my coccyx.  The pain isn’t getting any better but I’m trying to slowly do a bit more as laying in bed ‘resting’ is driving me up the wall!!

After five days of only washing at the sink, I thought I’d be brave tonight and have a soak in a nice warm bath to relax and hopefully ease the pain… ouch!! Ouch!!! OUCH!!!!  My theory didn’t really work, it hurt sooo much!!  Sitting in the bath was really painful so I decided to lay in the bath which was worse.  Needless to say I just had a quick wash then shouted hubby to come and help me out so I could then lean over the side of the bath to wash my hair.  Now I really ache!!!

Anyways, after I’d washed my hair, I sat on the toilet drying myself and thinking about how I could possibly have avoided my fall on Saturday and it’s quite simple really… had I stuck to my usual bath time routine then it would never have happened.

Normally, I have my bath, shave my legs, etc then get out of the bath and wrap a towel round me while I lean over the side of the bath washing my hair, then wrap another towel around my hair.  Then I dry myself and cover myself in Johnson’s baby talc to soak up any excess moisture and leave me smelling nice, then once I’m dry I go through to our bedroom to get dressed.

For some reason on Saturday morning ‘routine’ went straight out of the window… I got out of the bath, wrapped a towel around myself, didn’t wash my hair, but walked straight out of the bathroom, still dripping wet, into the hallway (with vinyl flooring) and WHAM!! down I went with a thud and have quite literally been left with a pain in my a*** and back!!!

So, the moral of the story?  Routine’s are there for a reason, and this is one that I’ll be sticking to from now on!!

Great Start To The Week!!

This week hasn’t got off to a very good start… I had a doctors appointment on Monday at 7:15am for my monthly ‘depression checkup’ but got the doctor to check over my back after Saturday’s fall while I was there.

After lots of poking and prodding and manipulating my back, my worse fear was confirmed… I have managed to fracture my coccyx, which explains why I am in so much pain and why the pain has been spreading from the base of my back, up my spine, into my sides and hips and down into my right thigh… looks like I’ve done a good job!!

I was sent to the local clinic for some xrays to check to make sure that I haven’t done any other damage but won’t get those results for ten days.

In the meantime I’ve got some fab new painkillers… one tablet twice a day and they work wonders!!  They are new on the market, prescription only slow release tablets which are ‘related to morpheine’ so not only do they really help with the pain but they completely knock me out too!! lol.

I’m under strict instructions to rest as much as possible but resting is really boring lol… I’m alternating between sitting and lying and trying to move around regularly too in an attempt to avoid my back seizing or getting any stiffer than it is already.

Noticed today that both my left arm and left leg are bruised and I’ve got a bump on my head… all from when I fell on Saturday.  I don’t do things by halves!!!  :O

Anyways, I suppose I had better go for another lie down.