when even the smallest and simplest act seems beyond me. I'm back to telling friends/family I'm okay when I'm not because if they are not by now fed up of me talking about my condition whenever they ask me then I am fed up talking about it. I've just found out my gran has passed away, I'm not on the best of terms with my mum, dad and brother, my husband is working away for six weeks and I will only be seeing him at weekends and i'm just getting over a bad cold. On top of that I feel as though I've gone backwards with my post-op recovery and fed up of painkillers that don't seem to help. Not sure whether I want to laugh or cry at the moment.