Helloooooooo
Just a quicky as Mum has nipped to tesco and has taken M with her as I can't run after her (obv)
Can I just say a rude word please.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK.
I'm sorry. But 2 weeks with my parents is driving me up the BLOODY WALL. I cannot BELIEVE, at the tender age of 37 and a bit, I am still reduced to tears by my parents' behaviour and attitude towards me - I am being treated like a 10 year old and Mum can be so mean. I am VERY grateful for all the looking after, but my Mum has done nothing but MOAN about it - if I knew it was going to be this bad, DH would have taken annual leave to look after me. Last night, eg, we were in the lounge watching telly (oh - hahahHAHA and don't even THINK I have been allowed to watch anything I like since I've been here, oh no) and Mum went to the freezer to get her and Dad an ice cream. Picture the scene. I'm in the corner with my leg up and struggle to walk (although its getting better) - I casually said 'oh they look nice' and Mum said well if you want one go and bloody get it yourself, I'm fed up with waiting on you. Needless to say I went without, which is probably a good thing for my fat tum, but it was just the venomous tone. I know they are probably tired and fed up with looking after me and M, but still. DH is coming here late tonight after work, and we are going HOME tomorrow. I can't wait, even if he is a useless sod at times. At least I'll be home. gr.
Headless - how utterly lovely. I have everything crossed for you x
Ses - your poor DH - but I chuckled a bit too of the thought of him rolling about in the garden starkers!
M is still being fab, but has had lots of runny poos over the weekend - got in touch with a paediatrician friend of mine who gave me tons of advice. We were back on solids yesterday, poor little mini-sausage. She too has has some wobbly stands with no holding ons, waves goodbye (well, waggles her arm) and has progressed from dada to waawaa and bububububa and fffff and ggaaahh and everything else really except mumumum...
Leg is getting there. Bruisewatch is now pretty much over, I'm afraid, as its fading now. Took the dressing off yesterday and burst into tears at the mahoosive scar (which is in my knickers line but STILL) - actually its not that big, about 5 inches long, nothing in comparison to the one thats 12 inches long from the original surgery when I was little. Ugh. Still, I'm more bendy now and can walk about with one crutch except in the morning when I'm all stiff.
Anyways, soz to not name check properly - will be more on here after tomorrow when I'm hooooome!