I'm struggling today. Didn't sleep well last night and the consequences of that are a lot of leg/back pain, struggling to walk and feel like I could sleep for a year 😴 I am just so grateful that I am only three days away from the good stuff! It's days like this that make me so thankful there are drugs out there to slow down progression. I seem to be getting slightly worse each day that goes by.
On the positive, Mr W took me out for a pre-birthday lunch which was very nice. My two little cherubs came out of pre-school with lots of "presents" that they had made for me. I swear the teachers there mustn't need to put any cardboard out for recycling in their bins. I was presented with various perfume/egg/medicine/tissue boxes with goggly eyes stuck on them and some scribble. Beautiful. Thanks my little kiddywinkles 😘😘
I'm throwing loads of water down my neck to make my veins nice and juicy for Monday. Oh how I hate needles. Needles and dentists. Awful. I once went in to hospital for an operation on my leg. They did the usual blood test when I arrived. I passed out from the blood test and woke up thinking the operation was over. But no. And they hadn't even managed to take any blood. I never understand why they need to take so much blood. Surely a little pin prick would suffice?? Please?!
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