I am struggling to write since I hurt my wrist. If I hold a pen I get sharp pains shooting down from my thumb. The pressure I have to press down with is also making it hurt.
I’ve tried getting in the doctors but can’t get an appointment. I will try again. I looked the symptoms up on the Internet (not a good idea), I have an idea what might be causing it, but self diagnosis is not a good thing. I might be minimising or catastrophising…. Life is strange and interesting and can be confusing.
Fed up with waiting for my pulled calf muscle to mend. I was trying to get my steps in, inside the house but I’ve had to give that up, it hurt too much. I’m trying to keep moving as much as I can. I still can’t climb upstairs or get in the bath for a shower. I’m taking pain killers and the painkilling gel I got from the doctors but am sleeping badly on the settee. Hubby has been so helpful and caring. I just want to be mobile again. Got to take the cat to the vets again on Friday. Last week a taxi didn’t turn up so I drove us there in second gear! I hope I don’t have to do that again. I’m going to be alright and people have helped.
I wish I knew how long this was going to take. I didn’t actually have a doctors appointment, I just told the receptionist what I’d done and then she rang back and told me there was a prescription waiting for me at the pharmacy. I am a bit tired and fed up.
I’m still stuck downstairs in our little house but I have managed to get painkillers and pain relief gel from my doctors. Hopefully I will be upstairs soon but I tried the bottom step today. Hurts too much. Computer is upstairs…I still can’t do my college work. I’m not moaning but….. I’m getting more and more tired and fed up. The cat escaping didn’t help!
A month of tonsillitis has knocked me sideways, it’s making my ears whoosh! I am sort of over it but it keeps coming back. I’m trying to ignore it. I think I’m just run down from stress from worry because of covid19. I think it’s just a matter of time before I get over it, but I’m tense and it weighs on me. I’m not the most traveled person in the world, but when you’re not allowed to go to places like visiting relatives. Then it’s hard to feel happy. Oh well. Another day done, another day closer to the end of this damn pandemic I suppose.