Thank goodness the weekend is over. What a time I've had. Started off really well, shopping and lunch with husband and daughter. Home for husband to watch his rugby and see his team win, narrow margin but still a win. More than I can say for Dunfermline, divvies again. Anyway relaxing playing games on computer when daughter called to say she didn't feel too well. She'd had stomach pains for a couple of days but seemed okay. Taken to hospital at 9.30 and admitted with suspected gall stones. Hubby didn't get home until 2.30am. Tired and anxious. Sunday brought loads of running around, taking hubby to work so could use car, visiting hospital in the afternoon - ultra sound, no gallstones - home for lunch, back to hospital in evening. Daughter's house to check on Tiggs then to hubby's work to pick him up. Finally got home at 9.45 shattered and wanting to sleep. But once again head hits pillow, brain wakes up and won't switch back off.
Tossing and turning most of the night, worried about lots of different things but mainly daughter's health yet again. Will they ever find out what it wrong? Seems like forever, hospital appointments, long stays in hospital, short stays in hospital and always the same, can't find anything wrong. Why all the chronic pain if there's nothing wrong!! Maybe this time, we can only hope.
Doctor's appointment for me early morning didn't realise that GP's got up that early, surgery opens at 7.30 wow. Still everything checked out, blood tests although not quite normal nothing to worry about. Weepy moments another thing, back to see doc in 4 weeks.
Enough of the doom and gloom, it's a lovely sunny, cold nearly spring morning. The snowdrops are awakening and lifting their little heads from the frozen soil, how do they do that?
Bye for now.
Here is a little thought. Why ask how the snowdrops do that? Istead why not copy them and lift our heads above the gloom and the bad things. Hope daughter is feeling better.
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