adventures in Momponia

What a couple of weeks these have been.

My recovery from the Symphysis Pubis injections was not quick. What a hell of a lot of pain with, so far, no good effects (like… say… pain relief!). Still, at least I tried, eh? I spent nearly two weeks in the kind of agony I had hoped was confined only to childbirth and crazy things like falling down stairs whilst having SPD. That fortnight proved to me how very wrong I was.

Mum’s visit was wonderful, though I was knackered and in mucho grande pain and we were all suffering from colds: things went speedily downhill from then on. Henry developed horrific nappy rash in the space of a weekend - on Monday I had to queue at the GP surgery and eventually got some Timodine which took until Wednesday to show any kind of effect but then worked wonders! Henry normally has the kind of nappy rash that clears up after one liberal smearing of Sudocrem so this whole experience was quite a shock.

Amidst this whir of lip-biting pain for both myself and my poor baby son, I found a Facebook group for SPD Sufferers to join. It seems to have some useful links to press coverage of SPD, worth keeping an eye on just for that!

Other than checking Facebook to see what’s going on in the world that I’m imprisoned from, I’ve not been online a lot as I keep failing to get my poor eyes re-tested. It has been a few years since my last eye examination and my eyes ache every moment even though I’m so tired nowadays I am always wearing my glasses so really I should make it a priority to get things sorted out. One can only carry on so long with Firefox giving a rather enormous text size!

Right: the pertinent news. My most recent letter from the DLA folks was on Saturday, I believe, asking me to confirm the Jobcentre I received the initial DLA form from and the date that I requested that form. I sent the form back with the relevant information on Monday and have heard nothing since. I am hoping that they were collecting this information to backdate my payments from but I daren’t get those hopes raised too high as I’m already in a fragile enough state of mind. I don’t really see that I can cope with many more disappointments.

My current state of agony is pretty self-inflicted. I quite simply have done too much this week. Going out more than once takes its toll mightily. But on the plus side, Michael is a happy man and Henry has had lots of fresh air and sunshine with people who love him. I think that a quiet weekend is called for. Michael’s Father’s Day gift is sorted and should be arriving any time in the next couple of days. Me and Henry both spent a lot of time choosing it so we hope that it is appreciated!

I hope those reading this are in a better place, pain-wise, than me!