Today has been a struggle, to be frank. I woke up squashed flat, weighed down and blue about what I have to try and accomplish and how annoying so much of it is.
I think, or like to think, that I am a basically optimistic person, so that passed; but this day. OMG. I feel like an elastic band. One that is resting peacefully and contentedly between a couple of pegs, and someone keeps coming along, stretching me down down down, then I boing back up again, wobble around uncertainly for a while, and return.
Then someone rolls along and stretches me way up, and I am happy as all get out,(for instance I will not have to teach that extra course starting fairly soon!!!) then I snap back, wobble around uncertainly again till I regain my equilibrium, my balance.
That has been my day.
It is worse for Eldest though, her stomach ache is back and is quite painful. What I would give to make it go away. We have an appointment with a specialist for next week. That is a week of real pain for her before we can make the next move.
So depressing. The poor thing is a really good sport, and handles the pain very well. She has excellent coping mechanisms for this, but it is not something you want your child to learn. I also wonder what the longer-term effects will be. She has lost her trust in her body to some extent, and at times really dislikes it, not on an aesthetic level, rather in the sense that it betrays her. This I find almost more sad than the actual pain; though that is not much fun either.
So now, I am sitting up late, waiting for the pain medication to kick in for Eldest so she can go to sleep.