The 17th & 18th; A last-ditch attempt at pain management.
The 17th of January.
Well, today has ended on rather a positive note!
It's been a pretty quiet day in itself. This morning, I did a blog post while we watched Tsonga be beaten by Djokovic, which I did not enjoy, because we love Tsonga. He is a babe.
This afternoon, I learned that Riverdale is back, so I watched the new episode of that (beyond ridiculous) while knitting, then another two of The Strain. I'm nearly at the end of the first season. If the rest of them are this short, I'll be through it in no time.
Daddy had been down to Somerset to get his writing box back now it has been fully restored, and his location sharing had gone off so we weren't sure if he'd be back in time to take me to the GP this evening. We needed to go there to talk about some issues we had with my last repeat prescription. Thankfully, he was here in the nick of time, so he unloaded the car, put my chair in and off we went. I saw one of the partners in the practice, and she was very good. She couldn't do one of the things I wanted, but she sorted out some eye ointment for me, corrected the mouthwash and reauthorised my budasonide. We also had a chat about my back pain, and if I'm not happy with what Dr. Blaney says tomorrow, we'll have further discussions.
The 18th of January.
Fuck, it is cold today. My feet are freezing. My slippers are on charge so I can warm my toes up a bit before I go to bed.
This morning, I blocked out the baby raglan jumper so it can be pressed, ready for assembly. I don't have enough wool of the same colour left to do the seams and collar, so that'll have to be a contrast feature.
This afternoon, I have been to see Dr. Blaney for a last-ditch attempt at pain management. We had a discussion about everything I've been on so far, plus how my various health issues have progressed since I last saw him. We have decided that I'm going to try gabapentin again, because it shouldn't have affected my breathing the way I felt it did, so that might have been a coincidence? Anyway, going to give that another try, and he's booking me in for epidural steroid injections if that doesn't work. If it does, then they can be cancelled, but the wait is long so it's best to join the queue now.
I think I need to chill out about my birthday. If I don't do anything on the actual day, it doesn't matter; it's just a day. If I think of an activity that's great, but if I just spend the day cosy at home that's okay. I think I'm just stressed because last year, barely anybody remembered it was my birthday, and i just don't want that to happen again. It was so lonely.