This wasn't supposed to happen

Richard's back is buggered.

Despite appearances it was a pretty lousy day. I couldn't even bring myself to write my entry for the day, and am doing this the next day.

He spent the morning unable to move and by afternoon had just enough movement to get to the osteopath and try to begin the slow, painful process of getting his back unbuggered. He came back stiff and in pain. Backs are fun like that.

The best thing about the day was the sunshine. When you can't do anything it's slightly less unbearable when the weather isn't rubbish.

Needless to say I was Florence Nightingale all day.

Florence Nightingale with PMS, on a diet, feeling tired and weak and pissed off.
Florence Nightingale who has to do her own cooking and cleaning.
Florence Nightingale with Asperger's.
The original's got nothing on me