My hubby and I are going away for a few days of much-needed 'together time'. I am secretly dreading it.
Oh, how I wish I could throw a few pairs of undies into a knapsack, a toothbrush and go. But alas, that's not the case. We are takin my airbed/pillows/heating pads/icepacks (and of course walking sticks/neck brace and everything else!) And of course, the meds...I am DREADING the 2hr journey. The walking around. And a strange bed (hence my airbed just in case). Why does it have to be soooo complicated? I have booked several days off afterwards, as I know I'll be in a flareup both on our trip and on return. And. To top it all off TOM decided to pay me a visit. A week early! (Bye bye romantic getaway!). Grrr!