This isn't a completely cheerful smile. More a happy-sad kind of smile, but this still seemed the best place to post
Anyway, I saw a new consultant this afternoon (yesterday afternoon? I haven't been to sleep yet so it's still Wednesday to me
), he didn't make me cry, so I'm taking it as a win
It's not all good news, some of my types of pain aren't very responsive to meds and accessing pain management courses is tricky when I'm this ill, even the residential ones. But he's referring me to have an MRI scan on my shoulder. It doesn't sound like much (and we're not expecting much to come from it), but I've had shoulder pain since a fall when I was 10 and 19 years later I'm having the first investigation into it. The sad part is the time it's taken and all the teachers and doctors who didn't believe how bad it was, but the very happy part is I've found a doctor who believes it's real and wants to look into it and treat it and not just assume that because it's chronic nothing can be done
And on top of that my Dad put up some of my Christmas presents this evening, so I have new pretties to look at and the space in my wall is filling up nicely
(I like to swap things around sometimes so I have a different view) One of the presents he put up is the most beautiful set of butterfly fairy lights! We've draped them through the brackets for one of my ornament shelves so I can see them even when I'm feeling less good
Hah! I laugh in the face of danger... Then I hide until it goes away.
+++ Out of Spoons Error +++ Redo From Start +++
You are such a good mum!
