My, oh my, it has been a while: my apologies for anyone who has noted my absence with regret.
Happily, I don’t seem to be any worse, though it’s true that I’ve not seen my GP for a while. I do plan on seeing her tomorrow, however, as I need a to clear some kinks out of my current prescription. The postnatal depression is still there, even with the antidepressants, as is the pelvic and hip pain. Oh yes, the pain is very much still present and a daily reminder of the “miracle of childbirth”.
MRI scan and injection both on May 23rd, should be a fun day at the hospital! The MRI letter cautioned me against mascara – I wonder if men are also lucky enough to have this addition?!
Henry now spends all day pulling himself up to stand against anything he can get a grip of, including his Mummy and Daddy’s unsuspecting legs. He also enjoys walking from place to place if his hands are held for support. We’re very proud of him – he’s just 8 months old!
Speaking of Daddy’s limbs, Michael has broken his scaphoid in his right hand and has been plastered. He fell down our stairs. We alerted the landlord months ago to the fact the light on our landing doesn’t work and it was quite dangerous. Maybe we should have been even more vocal about it?
As it was sunny last week, our little family surfaced and winced our way into Cardiff city centre – the sun had also brought out a gaggle of Michael’s friends and I hope I wasn’t as quiet and terrified as I usually am when faced with… well… anyone, really. Especially male anyones.
I’ve started hunting for a mostly sitting down job, something along the lines of call-centre/receptionist as I can type 60 words per minute and have a clear, cheerful voice. Perhaps it’s all a bit optimistic but I’m rather banking on this treatment on the 23rd changing my life for the better.
See – that all came off a lot more joyous than I actually feel! I guess that’s a good thing. That’s what I get for being informative.
