I'll spare you the details

(...but it's very much part of the journey.)

For those of a sensitive persuasion let me describe this blip as a metaphor. My knee, dressed in pink birdie pjs, is the mountain and I am the nappy cream at the top. I have climbed up the highest, hardest part. I can feel I have made it through the darkest, ugliest, and most unpleasant part. Nearly ready to go down the other side. But i wont be sliding down on my backside 'cause that would simply be too painful ;)

Each day it gets a little easier.