A bit of a late night or should I say early am post. Not having a good day today I’m afraid.
Reality has hit home a bit today. I’ve been having a wardrobe clear out and somehow realising that there’s no point keeping my short skirts and strappy shoes has made me tearful and seeking solace in gin and maltesers.
I’ve been ignoring it for so long but today it hit home that I’ve got lymphodema in my leg for ever. No pretending, things will not ever be the same again. It’s weird as the whole hysterectomy thing didn’t bother me but being resigned to a life of long skirts/trousers and compression garments has really got me.
I’m afraid I’ve misplaced my fighting knickers today and am having a bit of a wallow in self pity. Well, wallow in gin actually 😀
I’m too young for this! I want grandchildren and grey hair!
Sorry but had to rant