goodness yes,yes,yes to counselling. It's hard to define whether it's actually helping me but I like it. She's not silent! Having said that I do even bore myself by rambling on. I suspect you might also benefit from some later, too when your perspective has changed a bit. You sound as if you are retreating to your 'cave'(bedroom) at the moment which is quiet and therapeutic. Do you have friends coming over to take you out etc? My friends have probably quite literally saved my life and sanity. I know not everyone is so fortunate. They have kept me going and amazed me with their continued love and patience. I'm guessing you do cos you've talked before about your fb group. Can you take a big breath and post on there telling how it is? I'm sure they'd be there for you in a flash. Trouble is that when the crisis (ie the surgery itself) passes people can go back to their usual busy lives.
Anyway, sounds like your DH got a good fright and your parents know that you're fragile so hope they will help.
pavlov yurt is dreamy sounding. It will be like the old Timotei (?) advert. You might be too young to remember. All flowing locks and fresh linen frocks in a beautiful meadow! Yup, ditch the states
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maizie blimey you're a night owl. Give me the nod if you're up for coffee. Have time mostly unless off wasting it elsewhere! I, too was very fit. Swimming and Pilates. Luckily both things I can still do in some capacity. Sorry to be forgetful but did you have hip dysplasia? I did, too and was a very bendy child
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So, we're all agreed that pain and physical limitations are a total headfuck. We go round in circles, beat ourselves up, do too much, throw our toys out of the pram and pretend it's all ok. Not ideal so shall we all try to be just a little less bright and cheery when asked how we are? Say it as it is and give some poor soul a fright.
Finally, thanks to you all for asking. Reunion was lovely, lovely. 17 came and had a huge catch up. We mainly had kids quite young so they are all getting grown up. Nearly everyone had dogs...obviously a nursey/ nurturing thing. Couple of them have had horrible things happen, one in particular. Her DH had an ear infection which migrated into his brain and very nearly killed him. Three months in itu then massive rehab. Then, when recovering he was diagnosed with breast cancer and had to have a mastectomy and chemo. Shit, indeed. However, it was a happy, jolly occasion and my bag was much admired! After thirty years it was weird how little anyone had changed physically. Some, though were actually nicer, softer somehow. Like you get to a point when you've got nothing to prove. It was good.
I am, naturally a bit sorer than average but not too bad.
Have a nice day and be nice to yourselves. That's a bossy order
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