woke in the night and knew Saturday was not going to be the wonderful start to the weekend i had been hoping for. Managed to doze a lot and had some odd dreams, one of which had me waking in a panic when the alarm didn't go off at 6.30. Took a while to realise why it hadn't gone off.
As those in pain know anything on flare up day is a chore in more ways than one. I was determined not to give in and waste a day off so i managed to clean the kitchen and dust the sitting room and give the bathroom a bit of a spit and polish and crawled upstairs and dressed and played, for a short time, on a small scrapbook about my youngest grandson, Harry.
This afternoon i watched Breaking Dawn with my daughter and granddaughter but the pain became worse and worse and despite the full pain killers is still affecting me as i approach another bed time.
When i am bionic and without pain i will look back, i hope, at these days and thank my lucky stars that they are over.
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