Today has been a bad day.
Constantly playing catch up and never managing to.
Drop the 11 year old at her friends
Then off to see the doctor about my swollen legs and feet and the cut on the palm of my hand that I got on Saturday when I fell over and ended up with a large, sharp stone embedded in the palm of my hand.
Next stop the chemist to pick up antibiotics for the hand which is now infected (Doc said 'the good news is it's stopped bleeding, bad news is that they didn't put stitches in on Saturday 'cos it's too late now and it's going to take a lot longer to heal and leave a nasty scar - think he said something about secondary healing or scarring???)
Oh, almost forgot the compression socks for my poor swollen legs.
Back home to help 13 year old with his homework.
Call work to discuss phased return next week.
Off to collect 11 year old, she's not ready.
Ok, so head off to hospital speech therapy appointment instead, in the pouring rain, wearing fit flops because my swollen feet won't fit into anything else! Lower back aching, everything stiffening, wet, uncomfortable, fed up!
Hey, guess what. I'm loud! Louder than last year! At last, something that my body is good at!
Hand throbbing, feet throbbing, back throbbing, I head off to collect 11 year old.
Rush home, collect kit, drop her at Taekwondo.
Back home, help 13 year old with homework.
Back out to collect 11 year old, home, quick change, drop her at first aiding.
Back home, pick up 13 year old, drop him at Taekwondo.
Collect 11 year old from first aiding, take her home.
Other half has a go at me 'cos I'm not going to bed until late, he feels I'm not trying, I feel I can't help it. He feels fed up, put upon, tired. I feel fed up, resentful, I didn't ask for this, I can't help what the drugs do to me.
Back out to collect 13 year old.
Home, eat, hang up washing, bed, email, surf, make beads, bracelets, broaches (pictured). Don't want to sleep, TOO FED UP!