Post 235: How much pain is too much pain.
We enjoyed a mince pie meeting with my surrogate mother’s new boyfriend — the 81-year-old who didn’t look a day over 70. He told us, in passing, that his family have old-growing bones: a 10...
Post 234: Young, free but not single.
Less than a week ago I opted to be youngish, freeish, but never single.
It was a determined effort to keep away from anything to do with hospitals, tests and phone calls about my health.
So here I am, not even...
Post 233: Another bad night and an A&E morning.
The last thing anyone wants is another day of woe because of pain that simply refuses to shift—but that’s exactly what I got.
By 2 a.m. I was ready to call it quits and ask for help. S...
Post 232: I want to do more — but I can’t.
Last night’s bed-rest was the lousiest I’ve had in ages—pain between a 6 and a 9, and comfort stuck at a solid 9.
These aren’t scales I usually think in, but the last ti...
Post 231: I’m so easily frustrated; but the Christmas tree is up.
Yesterday I must have expended more energy than I thought by way of the meeting and a meal out, because I have a tired frustration — also I have a gut-feeling that’s...
