Moody Saturday

Today is hard. For some reason I have fallen into the trough of self pity. It could be something to do with T's birthday (how did she get to be so old?) but I don't think so. I am not sure what it is but it is hard to crawl out of today.

I should be upstairs this afternoon making some cards, putting together H's book, but I am finding even that hard to do today.

The pain was bad last night and sore today. I know that it is just another day and that the pain isn't going to go away on its own. It is always going to be there until after the operation. I know that so why is it sometimes a surprise to wake in the night and the pain is still there? Perhaps I have had a nice pain free dream that I cannot remember when I wake? Who knows?

Anyway i have played a little with my new dies and that has given some lovely results. I am delighted with them. One is a heart doilly and the other one with circles. Very like the Spellbinders dies but cheaper, and perhaps smaller, i am not sure, i have only seen them on the telly.

There are three sides to my life at the moment

1. Home and Family and Friends and Charlie and Eddie. These are my release, my safety net, always there when needed. I rely on them to be there and accept the realities of life with arthritis. Without them I wouldn't be able to survive. From the simple understanding to the lovely touches of a bunch of flowers, a cup of tea when i need them.
2. Work. I get a lot of understanding there too, but i sometimes think it takes up too much of my life. Instead of playing at making cards and scrap-booking I am in an office sometimes engaged, sometimes frustrated. Guess a lot of us feel like that.
3. My paper-crafting. This replaces walking on the Chase and all the things I did before the pain started to take  over. I love to sit in my room and just play. 

 Ah well I have crawled over the top again. Out of the ditch back in the real world. J will be back in a couple of hours and we will dash round and watch T open her present and share a party meal with her. Grand children are wonderful aren't they?