Sofa surfing with the daxie under my colourful patchwork duvet awaiting a plumber to sort out my combi boiler. Got really annoyed yesterday, not because I had discovered that my combi boiler wasn't working but because I had to play my disability card to get the housing association to appreciate how important hot water is to someone who suffers with severe Eczema. Thank heavens my shower is electric (though decided I wasn't telling them that lol), not like they installed and paid for it. Often I am still snuggling under the duvet in the bedroom at 9.30 in the morning, lazy bugger some might say, but since I am permanently shattered at the moment and really struggling full stop, well nearly full stop most of the time don't give a monkey's arse about what other people think about me. At the moment I am a bit like a film streaming on your laptop, I know I want to, but my body keeps buffering. So seems like I am forever waiting for my body to catch up with what my brain wants to do.
At the moment I am participating in the "Itchy and Scratchy Show," with sound provided by the "Wheezie Tube," department, unfortunately buffering is frequently occurring due to chronic pain. Last Friday the pain was so bad, sod the buffering it was total systems failure and on advice of a GP (not my own) doubled the morphine and was supplied with Oramorph. That frightened the living day lights out of me. Oramorph, 3 bottles of the stuff tucked away untouched, afraid of getting hooked on the stuff, not going down that road, and told my own GP on Tuesday so. The morphine tablets just led me to experiencing some pretty unpleasant perceptions of the world, god just don' understand why drug addicts do this for fun! 
So now trying Gabapentin, 24 hours later still using the walls around the flat to help me get around 
Such a sad ole git that I am that whilst waiting for my prescription in the pharmacy yesterday was admiring new walking sticks. Bloody hells bells any normal woman would be admiring shoes and handbags. But then I never was normal so why change the habit of a life time.
But hey it isn't all doom and gloom, spent a couple of hours last weekend volunteering in a local pet store collecting money for a special little dog that had been dumped locally to have eye surgery. Got to meet dear little Rosie who despite her blindness gave me cuddles and kisses to which I gave them back. I also got to meet lots of lovely dogs and their owners too in the store, yes I felt rubbish, and spent much of my time there supported by a stack of dog food bags called Wagg, perhaps I should try some, might give me a bit of a wagg in my tail 
The best medicine for me though will always be my love of dogs, Monday it was a drag around the local park by my Lottie Daxie dog, and four little ones called Pippin, Dylan, Monty and Bennie, did try to take Dylan home but he wasn't having it, shame such a handsome lad, god I really do have issues when I find Daxies more handsome than men :). Then met Dexter another wonderful daxie. Oh daxies are my world, and without them I would be useless and lonely.
Anyway off now to cuddle my baby girl (Daxie dog) Lottie and maybe admire some more walking sticks online 
Hugs the Daxie Crew
