The 8th & 9th; So much pain.

September 11, 2017 — 9 Comments

The 8th of September. 

Ooh it has been a long day! I was up super early to be at the dental hospital for my half nine appointment, which I was called in for only half an hour late, so I got a bit of book read. It was a student clinic, so I was examined by one girl, while one typed and the other one observed. There’s not much to see in my mouth at the moment, so it was a pretty quick examination, then the longest part of the appointment was waiting for the consultant to come. To pass the time, we talked about what we’ve all been binge-watching on Netflix. He eventually appeared, had a look and agreed that my mouth is in excellent shape (take that, Amy the hygienist) so don’t need to go back for six months! Let’s hope I actually get a letter. 

We got home about eleven, and I had time to write up a blog post before it was lunchtime. I was in the middle of eating my grapes when the doorbell rang, and it was Carol! We were expecting her, she was just a little early. No matter! We then had a lovely afternoon catching up, eating cake and discussing our various crafty projects. We hadn’t even noticed when it got to six o’clock, but she really had to make her way home then, so that is all that has happened! Much, much chat. Exhausted now. 

The 9th of September. 

Oh god today has been horrific. So much pain. No reason. At some point in the night, something happened, and I became unable to turn over or lie flat on my back. Well, I could turn over, but it was agony. I couldn’t get my back flat without bending my knees. So it wasn’t a good night. 

I’ve spent most of the day unable to move, so I’ve been able to finish the doily I’ve been making. Only left my chair to go to the bathroom, to eat dinner, and when Shaki came to impart kitten wisdom. When I have got up, I made such an awful cacophony of noises. Absolutely dreadful. I am so grateful I have a chiro appointment on Monday. Trine will have things to crunch. 

Nicole and Richard came round to drop off some cat paperwork, and they met the floofs. Shaki came at about five and spent nearly two hours coaxing Hugo into being petted. It involves lots of playing, treats, and basically stroking him until he relaxes. We also have to feed him inside the cage again. And we have to try stroking Henrietta when she’s eating but I’m going to leave that to Mommy because I’m pretty sure I’ll get shredded. 

By teatime, I was ready to cry. Fuck this body. 

9 responses to The 8th & 9th; So much pain.

  1. 

    I am so sorry to hear that you’re in so much pain. You don’t deserve that.
    Could you please explain to me the meaning of that text? ( the mourn)

    I hope you are doing well today and the chiropractic was helpful.
    Your doily is beautiful!!!

  2. 

    No, I haven’t, I have been with a lot of things in my head. I’m sorry, I think I miss all the first days of September.
    I will go back to the beginning…
    I am sorry, so sorry.

  3. 

    My heart breaks for you.

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