Oh god, Leonie, your GP really is a douchebag, isn't she?!
Am ok-ish, pain hit a high that had me sobbing in a taxi on the way home from Tesco this morning (after a barney with twat ex). Ex did carry bags in the end, but I got hurt packing the trolley in Tesco, hence the row (he got distracted by DS2 who was off school sick bloody vomiting bugs can eff right off now ta ).
Then took naproxen on pharmacists advice. Helped lots, left me feeling half pished though.
Then took a call asking for a home visit tomorrow from a housing officer because I might be being given a full size 4-bed+ dining room house just up the road, where I need to be, with room for everyone.
Only problem? Visit tomorrow + Skaggy house = tidying up when I should have my feet up...
Ex then redeemed himself by being significantly less twatty than usual and did most of the tidying, just letting me direct him. Which NEVER happens. But it did. So I am most thankful for him suddenly being UN twatty!!
House ok -ish now, and 4-bed+ dining room house that I'm being interviewed for will be ready in 8-10 weeks if I get it...