The long dark tea-time of the soul day 13

Wednesday. Kev had done the washing over the last few days, so there was no need to do the washing. I sat up a while again to get me out of bed and ease my back. Although During the night I had managed to move onto my side. So I'd slept better.

I did my pages and then I prepped some more ready for the next week. 

My idea is apart from using my dyalog as record of these events in my life also as a place to put quotes in that inspire me when sometimes I might feel low. Which given the situation will be now and then. This situation isn't forever and I know this, so I don't need that pep talk. What I need to focus on is the one day at a time, one small win at a time. 

I'm not perfect so there will be days when I'm angry, frustrated, and just disappointed, with myself and others, but I'm going to stop glossing over it. Those of you who will find that annoying, self absorbing or boring you have had your warning. You never "have" to read my blog, you never "have" to comment. So, the choice is yours. 

Today I was mainly just grateful for the pain and discomfort levelling out to point that I can knock off the codeine. It doesn't suit my gut and gives me reflux, so as soon as I can I knock it on the head. Doesn't mean it's not hurting it means it is hurting to a level I can deal with without strong pain relief. And I was just happy to be home to cuddle Willow and chat to Kev. Charlotte nipped round before tea, and that was nice to see a familiar face after a week of seeing no one I knew.