It’s been a while since I have written anything about my PMR, life, kids etc.. I’d like to say that life has been dull, but of course it hasn’t.
I have been tapering my pred and trying to ignore the increasing ache in my shoulders. I’m now down to 10mg from 20mg and I’m noticing my shoulders, and I don’t want to!
In addition, my oldest and I took a trip to Bristol Uni to check it out; in the event, he tapers his partying and gets down to some studying, he’s decided that’s his choice for his degree. Anyway, the Bristol Uni tour comprises of about 20 million steps and 14 million small hills, so now I’m also feeling it in my hips and back to walking a little like I’ve got a broom stick strapped to each leg!
The good news is that I continue to lose weight, in fact my bottom is visibly shrinking and my jeans are baggy, however I did crack everyone up in the office yesterday with my tales about the discovery of a large black hair coming out of my chin. Where the feck did that come from? I then started to panic.. how long has it been there? Did my date last week see it? It’s gone now, but as you can imagine I have an unhealthy obsession with magnifying mirrors and tweezers.
On Saturday, tomorrow I am meeting a guy, this will be our third date and stupidly I decided it might be nice to walk around the Southbank in London..as you can imagine I am slightly panicking now and have decided to just consume a large amount of Ibuprofen before the date to stop all potential limping and whinging! As long as I don’t drink too much and pass out, I’m sure they will do the trick.
So its Halloween this weekend, I will be doing my taxi service duty tonight as both boys are partying and I will be hiding all eggs – teenage boys cannot be trusted!
Eat, drink and be scary!