is an expression I hate using as the implication is that something has already gone wrong! When I, mildly, objected to being prescribed Tramadol for my painful hip I was told to take it anyway. So I did. And it made me feel bad. So bad, in fact, that I had to take two days off work to sort myself out. My body has now reached some sort of compromise with the awful drug and is just about tolerating it whilst nearly killing the pain. It took me four days to get this far though. I don't want to go into details but Tuesday was not a nice day for my stomach. Wednesday was spent adjusting times of taking tablets and recovering from Tuesday. Thursday I was back to work but somewhat fragile and today I'm beginning to feel better again. We have the boys for most of this weekend as Lulu in in hospital for her second operation and Ian will be running between his job and Derriford for most of the next five days or so.
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