Showing posts with label stomach cramps. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stomach cramps. Show all posts

Saturday, November 05, 2011

Stay Being Myself.


Enrique Tabara.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enrique_T%C3%A1bara

Had literal a crappy day, luckily no accident in bed, apart from feeling warm I did not have any stomach cramps or any warning.

Guess I should have realised I needed the toilet when I continuously could not maintain my position, except for a mere minute or two.

I hate having to always be asking Richie to adjust me, but that is my reality these days, I got Richie annoyed when he found out that I was trying not to call him too much.

Richie wants me to call him right away, rather than trying to cope with typing half lying on my side.

I agree it’s better to be corrected right away for both of us, it is nicer for me not to lean over to the left, putting huge strain on my back as well as side.

Need to ask for help when I need it, better that I don’t try to be brave, when it’s actually the opposite, its foolhardy as making do is not good for me.

Too painful for me not t ocall help, really hoping that Aquarius will have a solution soon for me, I need one pretty quick too.

Tonight I am quite tired after all my discomfort, glad despite it all I still managed to keep reasonably ok, though I m sure all the stress I was feeling probably me irritable.

I hate getting like that, not how I want to be, not easy to keep sweet tempered, not when feeling so much non stop pain, discomfort, all I can do is try to stay being myself, which is optimistic.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Feeling Good.



 
The Strange Country, 1940.
Conroy Maddox.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conroy_Maddox
 
Richie got me out of bed quickly as I was having stomach cramps, which were painful and caused spasms.

We were both glad the transfer was fast, nothing happened until I was placed in the Carendo shower chair above the toilet.

What a relief, brilliant that we got there at the right time, after a lovely shower I felt good, right now sitting in the front room writing this is pleasant.

The dogs are both waiting for Richie to get home, he has just gone to collect a parcel, these days now the post offices are gone all parcels get left at a shop.

Tuesday we were surprised to get a note in our letterbox informing us that the post had tried to deliver a parcel, shame they did not ring our bell.

The paper stated we could collect it on Wednesday, Richie went there yesterday, but could not get the parcel.

As the woman in the shop decided that as well as his identity pass, he also needed to have a letter addressed to him.

Riche got so wet in the torrential rainstorm that he did not go again yesterday, he went today and anther person dealt with him, who did not need to see any envelopes.

So seems that the person he dealt with previously had got out of bed the wrong way, and was taking it out on the customers.