I often think that when someone is diagnosed with endo there should be some handy information book. Not just about all the different treatments, but about the everyday things. Endo affects every single aspect of my life, often in ways I didn't expect. For example, before endo a trip to the theatre would involve: buy ticket, go to theatre. Going to the theatre now is akin to planning a NASA space mission. When I first got ill I stopped going anywhere or doing anything as I hated letting people down. Eventually I decided to go ahead and plan things and if I'm not well enough so be it.
My other half bought tickets to the theatre as a xmas present. So yesterday I paced myself, went to bed early, and made sure I didn't overdo it today. I dutifully packed my bag with drugs. Made sure I didn't drink too much so I'd be less likely to need the loo.
We arranged a lift so I could be dropped at the theatre door. So far, so good. But then, we followed the signs for the balcony (where we were seated). Herded through like cattle we approached the staircase. Eight flights of stairs later I made it to the top, pain building and cussing my other half for buying seats so far up we shuffled to our seats. I then necked a handful of codeine as my other half muttered the fateful words 'Oh look! There's a lift!' *face palm*
On the plus side, being so far from the stage meant the vibrations from the sound was pretty bearable.
So my lesson today was: look online and check accessability before you go to a new place!
36mg codeine (stupid stairs), dulcoease, cerezette, forgot to buy loratadine