Dont usually moan especially after i see what others are going through,but the constant pain i'm in is an unrelenting agony & nothing relieves it,I barely sleep 2 hours a night.Having a shower and getting dressed takes a lot of manouvering and putting socks on is worthy of a place in the Royal Ballet's production of Swan Lake,obviously as the dying swan.
Cooking i do,but very basic,nothing complicated,but i get by quite well just using just one hand.
I have been under enormous pressure to find a number of documents and invoices,but today i told the said investigator to go and bury himself under Ayers Rock,such is my annoyance.
Because i have always been a doer i really struggle to accept my doing days are over for the immediate future.
I bought a new arm/elbow sling which so far i cannot put together,no instructions,and with the amount of different aids i've bought i could open a care shop.
None the less i am determined to go and see Jack Dee tonight at the Curzon,and thankfully my good friend is coming to collect me even though i might look like Worzel Gummage high on speed.
Unfortunately the Morphine and Zapain makes me quite disorientated and affects my vision,so its no surprise i stumble a bit,and i do have to be ultra careful in moving around.
Thank goodness i still have all the safety bars in place which were installed for David,for they are a Godsend.
I think the worst thing is living alone,and without my wee dogs i would be boogered,even though they do get under my feet at times,but i am diligent when moving around.
Oh my,i have gone on a bit,but sometimes you just have to let things out.