Recuperation is not in my vocabulary…
Over Christmas and New Year, I had the mother of all colds,
and I carried on working with the assistance of Messrs. Sudafed and Nurofen…. I didn’t have a voice for a couple of days,
but I had a pulse and I could walk in a straight line… ‘I am alive..therefore I am Midwife’
I am also self employed.. so the ‘pay as you go’ priniciple
spurs you on x
Nurofen, Solpadol and Co. are still part of my life, but in
a different context. They numb the
healing pain of my breasts and under my arms, but my brain is sharp and my
spirit is rearing to go… not a good combination
Monday I saw a couple of beds that needed changing…piece of
cake I thought until the sheer weight of the winter duvets knocked me back a
day.
Yesterday… desperate
for mushrooms for a stroganoff I so desperately wanted to cook for the Man
after his daily toil..I walked to the local shop. I had to take my arms out of the heavy
jacket I was wearing and hold on to my boobs all the way back under the shield
of the coat…. Then look at my makeshift drug chart to see what drugs I could
self administer when I got home. (
forget what and when ive taken them .. so they go on a post it note)
Slow down World.. I want to get Back On……
Be gentle on yourself Marion :)
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