Oh, how pathetic was I on Friday night? Curled up next to my boyfriend in bed, I realised that I'd forgotten to take off my makeup. All of the ladies on here will know that this is a total no-no if you don't want to end up with gritty panda-eyes in the morning! But I was actually crying at the thought of getting back up on my feet because they were so painful. My boyfriend couldn't quite understand, and I know that he thinks that it's down to my pre-existing (or possibly related) anxiety disorder, which I guess part of it is, but just the very thought of putting my feet back on the floor was too much.
I pulled myself back together in the end (and wouldn't let his nibs go and fetch the face wipe for me - I'm far too stubborn for that), and did the job, but that was one of my first proper feeling-sorry-for-myself moments since this pain first kicked in on a constant basis. Which will be 12 months on 13th September - I'm thinking of throwing it a birthday party! And possibly a naming ceremony; after all, if he's potentially going to annoy me for life, I ought to give him a name ...