I'm getting a teensy bit fed-up now. I seem to go two steps forward and four steps back in my recovery from this latest ms health blip. I'm probably trying too hard, but how can I not? I'm b-o-r-e-d, and I don't agree with getting bored, which makes it all the more awful. There are so many things I want to be doing and life's too short!
Okay, rant over. Here's the plan:
I'm looking forward to receiving Gray's FINAL chapter on his historical - should be ready to be posted by Monday - YAYY! The only stress will then be hoping that the postal system doesn't let him down and meets the NWS deadline - but I'm not allowed to worry, so I'm not (well, I'm trying not to, anyway...)
Daughter is raring to go from being a 'live-in' guest to a visiting one. Three days and counting...
Son is...well, least said the better really. I have a mantra that I must remember to say more often (like every two minutes!) I shall not worry. I shall not worry. I WILL NOT worry. I'm still waiting for its effect to kick in.
I'm now off to make the most of my enforced 'rest' and dive back into my latest read: Jill Mansell's Rumour Has It which I have to say is helping me loads - it's laugh-out-loud funny and I'm loving it.
What's everyone else reading?