Join Date: Sep 2011
Location: Germany- but not German =D
Sorry I was quiet over the weekend. I spent thursday lunch time onwards and friday at home.
Friday I went to see the other doc at our place. He is a locum, only in a few days and in high demand. In my drug haze, miscalculated how many I had left. So I made a phonecall and they managed to get me right in.
He was brilliant, and spent 30minutes explaining what sort of operation they would do (grim) and the recovery process. I asked about the diazepam, but I have to stick with it for now. I can't take it first thing in the morning or I won't make it through work.
This weekend was horrid. Well. Kind of. I have a lovely young man in my life who is the master of distraction. So between feeling sorry for myself to the point of another melt down, and dog walking up around the castle and watching movie after movie and chatting for hours, it wasn't so bad.
Just counting down the days until Thursday and the MRI.
I am just so tired from the lack of sleep, the not knowing, the knowing I have that much pain that is only masked by strong stuff, and what it is doing to my body.
Oh woe is me.
I sound dreadful, I know. I miss my horses. I miss Dubai. I want to breathe horse smells and muck out and just sit on a horse. And now I'm getting blubbery in work.