yes, that's so true about Mr S and my scan and matildas. completely separately and independently, he didn't know I know M. my local surgeon suggested there was not enough going on to warrant further surgery, my pain clinic guy tried to suggest it was neuropathic, Mr S showed me the scan, and as with m, clearly demonstrated quite significantly compressed nerves (he showed me what uncompressed nerves looked like, then compared and highlighted the problem areas).
My children are, alas, fucking messy. Well, not fully true. they love tidying up, just not their toys. And definitely not their bedroom. I do occasionally go in with rubbish bags and remove everything on the floor. I give them warnings and if they have not done it by the time I get in there, it all goes. I then let them earn a bag back each week, but really, they just don't care about their stuff enough, after the first week, maybe second, they are no long interested in what they have lost. They just dance around the room going 'more space!'
They have too much stuff. So we are going to go through it while I am off work, and they will have to get rid of 2 big boxes of toys each, either they can choose, or if they can't, i'll choose. We shall either sell things, or donate to charity.
I just felt so fucking useless that my friend had to take control of it. She was looking after her 9 month old who has a cold at the same time, made me a drink, sorted out drinks for the children, and yes to the children responding to her better than me, they just don't do what i ask them when it comes to tidying up. My friend said not to be embarrassed, tried telling me her house was a mess to (it's not, it's immaculate, her DP is seriously tidy and thus so is she now), and it didn't take too long as the children all helped.
Everyone has now gone to a birthday party - friend's boy who we have known since he was about 6 is now 21! early evening gathering for family and friends such as us, then he'll be off with his own mates I suspect, so not a late one for them. I was meant to go, but I can't.
matilda not working again until friday. One of my managers saw me, said I was very pale, looked in a lot of pain and should I be there. I told her what I needed to do work wise, she said cut corners send the reports to her to sign off and then go. one of my admin colleagues asked me if I should be in on friday, suggested I didn't come back til after surgery. I might consider taking the day as annual leave but I have people to see, maybe just a short day. Don't know why pain levels when through the roof when at work, not a stressful day, felt nice to be there, but involved walking to see a client downstairs and the doors are security doors and really heavy to open, could hardly open some of them, and to get to interview room I have to go through 8 doors in total and a jolty lift twice!
I was so worried driving the car, really shouldn't have done it, could lift the handbrake up, could barely use the foot brake, couldn't accelerate properly and couldn't turn my body to check blind spot! I drove so slowly
never, never not been able to drive like that before, should have called DH to come get me/the car but I was already late to get him for work himself.
Oh I have really waffled on now haven't it? fucking tramadol 