Richie and the dogs have left for fun in the park, which the dogs will enjoy; I bet they will devour their tripe dinner happily on their return.
Soon as they left, I started to feel uncomfortable, instead of it going away, it got worse and now I feel dreadful, which I am trying my best to ignore.
Trying to breathe slowly and relax, in the hope nothing happens until Richie is back, and can help me, a comforting thought.
Despite feeling awful, somehow I am managing to keep calm, hope I can concentrate on the radio, writing my post.
Very difficult to ignore, as it is making me nauseous, I am not looking at the clock, too preoccupied and totally focussed on one thing, my guts,
This is not the post I intended to write, not easy to be thoughtful when I am feeling so terrible, really not easy to be thoughtful when in such discomfort.
With abit of luck Richie will get back soon and help me to feel better, no sooner had I written that, when the door opened and my darling Richie and the dogs were home
It turned out there had been a tiny kink in the catheter tube, so no wonder I felt so bad, what a huge relief when the catheter bag started filling up, no wonder I felt so unwell.
Life became better right way