This week has been pretty horrible. I have read all your blogs, but forgive me I couldn't comment. To be honest I didn't feel like it. Sorry, I know that is rude but I don't feel at all well. I have an ongoing illness, nothing deadly, just something that is never going to go away. At the moment I am in a big flare up, my medication has been upped to the maximum dose. This is the third time of a dosage increase and each time the weight goes piling on. I am crying just writing that sentence and my heart is beating faster with panic.
Over the last three weeks my poor beloved husband has had to put up with these three distinct personalities:
Ttwd has not exactly disappeared, We are stronger than that but I can't cope, my job is so physical I am wondering how much longer I can do it. I feel like I have aged 10 years in 6 months. Tomorrow is our special day together, our weekend as we both work every weekend and it's also reassurance spanking day. I really want to carry on as normal but how can I expect my husband to spank me.( At least I will reach the crying stage before he needs to get the bleeping paddle out.)
Who knows which cat he is going to wake up next tomorrow? I have no idea:((. Bless him he is treading on these:
On Wednesday we will have been married for 31 years, he is everything to me and I hope that he will find the strength to get me through this because I can't do it on my own.
Thanks for reading if you got this far, I just needed to vent
Also a big thankyou to Ami Starsong who has listened to my constant whinging on the phone and still wants to meet me!!
lots of love