The 9th & 10th; I have reached peak grandma.
The 9th of April. Today has been less terrible. I can't remember how I slept, but I'm not so tired this evening. Still in a lot of pain, though. I don't understand what's kicked it off in the past few days - normally it's bad, but I can cope and ignore it, whereas now I am struggling much more. It has done this before, but it's usually after I've been sat in my wheelchair all day or something. This started overnight. Still, today I have started the Buprenorphine patch so let's hope it starts to kick in. It does not appear to be making my breathing any worse than it already is, hopefully it stays that way.
It's been a standard sort of Sunday. Sunday Brunch, blog, crochet. Despite the sun, I have not been in the garden, but I listened to a lovely episode of Gardeners' Question Time on their 70th anniversary. I have reached peak grandma.
Christine has flown off to Denmark today for a pre-Easter holiday, so we talked this morning and when she landed, and I let her know that there had been an incident with the vacuum and her wardrobe. It still functions, it's fine.
One week down. Two to go.
The 10th of April.
A sleep that cannot be described as good but equally was not dreadful last night. My back is less painful, although I don't know if that's due to the patch or if it's just going back to normal, the way it was before Friday. I suppose I need to start paying proper attention to the level of pain I'm experiencing now I've started on an attempt at managing it.
Becky came round this morning because I haven't seen her for ages and they are off for a week down south. We had a catch up about family stuff, school, and times when we have both nearly burst into tears at people recently. Thankfully we were both able to keep the tears in while it was necessary.
She stayed for about an hour, chatting and meeting the kitty, then she had to go home and eat lunch before they went off on their way.
Mommy went to Grandma's, and I sat with the laptop to do some Cats Protection admin, as there have been several adoptions done. I haven't facilitated them, obviously, but I still have to put the details from the forms on Catalog.
Last night, I caught myself almost getting bitter about why, out of all the people I knew, it had to be me who had their whole life taken away, who didn't get to do what they always dreamed of. I had to stop that train of thought. I can't let myself go there because I will become embittered by my experience, when what I need is to become encouraged.