Well, guys it seems I’ve gone backwards, last night I was in so much pain that I had to take two diazepams which did fuck all. This morning I woke up and struggled to get the sling under to get out of bed and I haven’t gotten dressed either.
I rang the doctors again and she came out and prescribed me morphine four times a day as well as an urgent referral to a pelvic specialist. She thinks I may have arthritis or bone on bone or even hip displacement.
I can only describe it as being pulled like a wishbone.
Yes, I’m feeling sorry for myself okay? You don’t need to tell me that. I’m so frustrated, I worked my arse off reducing my painkillers and hearing that I have to use them again is a kick in the balls.
Hopefully, something comes up and it’s able to be fixed, it’s just a waiting game now.
Huge thank you to my carer Emma who’s been so kind today. Thank you to you for reading this, I’m not looking for sympathy, just support.