this is where i am again today, in the wonderful village of Constantine between Falmouth and Helston. It is sunny and windy and a beautiful day. K and I are here to chivvy Mum into health and out of the Hospital in Truro where she has been for over a week now.

This blog is supposed to be about pain and so here goes.
I experienced a huge amount of pain that lasted over 4 or 5 days pain that stung and meant i couldn't use my right knee without a stick to support me. I thought i was going to have to go to the Hospital to see what was going on because it was a new and all invasive pain but after suffering it from the Wednesday to the following Tuesday in varying degrees, it then went altogether and i was back with just the very faint memory of it.
On Thursday (over a week later) i went to work as usual and the pain was in a good place and i found i was striding out again which i haven't done since the benefits of my Australian Holiday had worn off. I got into the car to drive home and suddenly I was in excruciating pain in my right Knee again. It lasted all evening, so sore and almost burning with pain, that i couldn't walk to the bathroom without using both sticks. As my bedroom is upstairs and the bathroom downstairs and i am a woman of a certain age where a nights sleep always includes at least two trips to the bathroom, i was very worried how i was going to cope. I took pain killers in the evening, which i don't generally do, and it took the edge off but it was still very painful. I survived the night and on Friday morning woke up and the pain was back to its normal level. Go figure.
Anyway it is Saturday now and i am off to see if Trago's have any mattress pads because the bed is soooo hard.