Teriyaki vegetable udon noodles

I woke this morning trying to work out whether or not I was meant to be working. I had just grasped that no, I wasn’t, because I don’t work atm, when my phone started playing a little tune and I realised someone wanted to talk to me.

It turned out to be the pain coach to whom I had been referred by the social prescriber on Friday: they really don’t hang about round here! He’s going to come round tomorrow morning to see how I move around (or don’t), and presumably then make some recommendations to help manage my pain.

That arranged, I belatedly said good morning to mum, and discovered that she was in a lot of pain and feeling very miserable. I arranged for us to be added to the GP call-back list, and then spent a long and weary day listening to mum telling me her stomach hurt, and her head hurt, and asking me for help, and begging me to assure her the doctors wouldn’t say she was being stupid, and not to leave her, and apologising over and over until I wanted to scream.

Mum has an appointment for blood and stool tests on Thursday, and an appointment the following Thursday to discuss the results of the tests. I really hope they show something, and I’m going to keep pushing until we get some answers about why mum is spending so much of her time in pain.

This evening I’m ridiculously weary, and mum and I have already had a few cross words fuelled by sheer exhaustion and pain on both sides.

Dinner was about as complex as I could manage: a pack of mixed veg stirfried in a splash of oil, then some teriyaki sauce poured over and pre-cooked noodles stirred in. It was very tasty, as a mix of fresh veg, sweet sauce, and carbs is always going to be.

As mum keeps saying, hopefully things will be better tomorrow. I could really do with at least one good day.