It’s not been a good week.
Let’s begin at the beginning. Monday started ok, I went food shopping with Graham. We went to a big supermarket and I got to ride around in one of those motorised shopping trollies. I bet you’ve seen them by the entrance and thought, ‘oh if I could wizz around the store on one of them, wouldn’t it make shopping fun.’ Well, it’s not that bad, except that it’s really hard not running into people who are in a world of their own, or in a rush, or not looking where they are going. I’ve not had an accident yet, but it means a lot of concentration on my behalf. Anyway, we were there for around one and half hours and I was getting very pained and tired when we got to the checkout. Our shopping came to £195 which was a huge shock. I normally spend around £160 and even then I’ve popped something extra into the basket, like a jumper or dress from the clothing range. But this was just general shopping and I couldn’t work out why I’d gone over, I even had a shopping list with me.
I was so pained when we got home I was good for nothing. I decided that the next day I was going to do nothing but rest.
The next day Star was really upset and didn’t make it in to school because of those horrid boys that had been bullying her. Then I had a call from my eldest daughter asking me to get her some particular noodles that are only found in one supermarket and not the one we’d visited the day before. So I had to drive again. I could have said no but she had a very stressful day ahead and I didn’t want to upset her. I actually quite enjoyed the drive, but I was getting these strange shooting pains in my lower back. I got the wrong noodles, my daughter wasn’t happy and my back was getting worse. Tuesday was bad.
Wednesday I got up. That was it. I was in so much pain with my back I could do nothing! Star went back to school, which was good, but I was in pain all day long. When I went to bed I couldn’t sleep because of the pain. That’s saying something considering all the meds I take. I was convinced that a trip to the hospital was in order the next day. My Eldest Daughter was on a late shift at the hospital and then had to stay there on call all night. I told Graham this but he was still worried that she’d be coming home and waited up for her most of the night. She didn’t come home until 5am.
Thursday I was unable to move again and Graham had only had a few hours sleep. I couldn’t ask him to take me to the hospital (I didn’t tell him how I’d felt it was necessary) but I did get to see my GP. He gave me some more stronger painkillers and thankfully they helped to ease the pain. I know they are not going to make me better, but if the pain is what I think it is then maybe I can ride it through without going to hospital. I can’t bear the thought of having to have another MRI, what a coward! And what if I was to be admitted again, I’m getting married in two weeks!
Also this week we’ve heard back from several of Graham’s family members that they won’t be able to attend the wedding. We have to arrange a substitute Best Man as Graham’s first choice may not be able to make it (it’s a very good excuse.) And I have two family members who are breaking my heart because they are refusing to come to the wedding. I knew all along that they wouldn’t come but half of me thought they would change their minds and the other half thought I’d be able to deal with it. Both halves are so wrong.
After trying everything in our power, and the school trying out their strictest punishment apart from exclusion we found out yesterday that Star is still being bullied at school.
This morning I woke in pain again and the new painkillers are making me really fuzzy and tired. So I had to miss Boo’s Remembrance Day Assembly at school. I don’t think I’ve ever missed anything at school like this before. Boo was very understanding and Daddy went instead. But it still makes me feel sad.
And Trump became president of America!
So yes, this week can only be described as bad.
Next week has to be better surely?