This has been one very long and very miserable day. I got up at the same time I do every day, but managed to take so long getting ready that by the time I left the house, I was running late. I had to power walk the quarter of a mile or whatever the distance is between my house and work, and by the time I got there, I was dead on my feet.
I am so tired, my finger joints hurt, my head is killing me, and all I want to do is lie down in a dark room and cry.
Will this ever end?
The consultant's secretary called and spoke to my hubby yesterday, wanting to know what results I was waiting for!?! He told her and she said she would post them out. I think I'm getting pretty anxious about that. My whole family are planning to decide whether or not they believe me about my illness based on these results. No matter how many times I tell them that one test can't really tell us anything! If it comes back normal, I don't know what I will do.
I am such a moaning cow, aren't I? Anyway, it's Thursday, so we visit hubby's Gran tonight. I love her to bits, so that is one thing to look forward to at least.