Yesterday I had to have my beautiful dog put to sleep. He was nearly 17 and the best dog you could hope for. He knew when I was at my worst and would come over and put his head and paws on my lap. He seemed to know more how I feel than my own husband and children. I know it was the kindest thing to do as he had become unable to walk and was just messing himself but he was so faithful.
On top of this I had my mother-in-law die the other month and a family friend I had known all my life.
Im also having one of the worst relapses Ive had for ages ....my back is so painful I cant stand for a minute before I have to sit down. The dr has just prescribed more diazapam which makes me feel like a zombie..and says she will refer me to the pain clinic...I have been going there since January and all they try to do is make me do more and more exercise...they dont seem interested in whether you are suffering or not. I try to explain to them...but as another person that goes there said 'they never experiience the pain we feel and think oh theyll be better after exercise'.
Im sorry for the rant