Well, the bizarre unexplained increase in pain over the last couple of weeks has calmed down. There are any number of reasons why this was happening, but I have started being a bit more prompt at taking my pain relief on time and am trying not to sit for too long in certain positions, and things seem to be going a bit better. It's just as well, as I was beginning to get very aggravated and kept snapping at mum (sorry mum!). One thing is for sure, I am never taking Tramadol again! It made me so ill and spaced out, I was in some kind of alternate universe and I had to revert back to the codeine.
So I'm currently happy and due to the devouring of box-sets I have Miranda Induced Humour (MIH) which makes anything in my life feel like a sitcom. Example: the physio was helping me get my DVT stockings on after hydrotherapy on Thursday when a lovely - but random - patient who was there at the same time as me popped her head round the curtain. "Do you need a hand?" she said, and dived in to help without really waiting for a reply. "We're managing okay, thanks," said the physio. Nevertheless, this lady was insistant. So there we were; me sitting with both a physio assistant and another patient trying to put on this DVT stocking at the same time. I was worried they were going to started wrestling each other to get to my leg - why do these things happen to me?
Ooh and another thing, I've started being able to get onto my side in bed, just a little bit, it still hurts after a while but it's a start!
AND my friend Sara has arrived from Sweden to spend the week, giving my mum a much needed break back in Scotland.
