Long suffering

I tell him I am sorry because I know I am being the witchiest person I could possibly be. I am moody, short tempered and nothing is right.

He tells me not to be daft, that we are in this together. I know he means it. I love him for it. Especially as I know that I am horrible to be around right now.

I had to venture out of the house this evening, escorted by my beloved. Sometimes it is not possible to function without cash in the purse, especially when you have a twelve year old who apparently needs to eat at lunchtime and also has a social life. So Corin bundled me in the car and took me around the corner to the supermarket. I thought I was OK.

The short walk to get tea bags, toilet rolls and chocolate treats was absolutely bloody awful. I have been told in no uncertain terms that I am definitely not OK.

Tonight my normal pain is re-asserting itself. This is not good as I am trying to reduce the codeine and diclofenac intake as it makes me feel sick. But I think feeling sick is going to have to be on my list of things to put up with, because the pain is too much without it.

Night folks.