And here comes another week! Trying very hard to stay cheerful, although the knowledge that in only 16 days, my boyfriend will be under general anaesthetic having a major bowel op is keeping me in a constant state of panic. His surgeon is supposed to be one of the best and most careful that there is in this field, which is good, and I've met with his stoma nurse a couple of times, and she's a dear. Unfortunately, I was a born worrier, and the knowledge that I can do nothing to manage this situation apart from be his support (whenever the hospital staff will let me in) is flipping my stomach over just thinking about it.
So, I'll try not to think about it. I've been counting my blessings today, starting with five jobs I'm glad I don't do with fibro:
1) Professional dancer - with my new-found lack of co-ordination, this could have been disastrous!
2) General surgeon - I'd never be able to stand up for that long!
3) Athlete - with these feet? (Porridge reference ...)
4) Politician - everyone knows that the secret to being a good liar is a good memory ...
5) Sniper - with my twitchy trigger finger, it'd be BOGOF every time I shot!
Today was also the first day I felt that I needed to use one of my two elbow-crutches (I can't use both yet - I trip myself up!), which was a novelty - kicking it from under myself, placing it on my baggy trouser bottoms, getting out of sync with myself ... Two people asked if I was pretending to be a patient, and a couple of patients gave me odd looks when I walked in. Hopefully, I won't need it all of the time, as it made me really tired when I thought I'd take a wander to the supermarket with it, rather than take the car, at lunchtime. Or maybe it was the fibro that made me tired. Or possibly the really sleepless night last night. Either way, I was very glad to park my bum infront of the computer again!
Big, gentle Monday hugs to you all! xx