I would love to say I feel wonderful, everything is fine and tomorrow I will be undertaking some Herculean task but I am not.
My back is going, going, gone. There are no words to describe how nasty the sciatic pain is down my left leg. Exhausting.
I can just walk (albeit slowly), I find sitting difficult and am slowly giving in to the painkillers, which I hate. I can’t drive and I hurt sitting in the car as a passenger. I will do this for emergencies, though.
One good thing – I can still ride Haakon and he, bless him, looks after me and seems to understand that I am his fragile passenger. I do feel the clock is ticking on the riding front, though.
I am waiting for an emergency MRI scan in Aberdeen and leap on every telephone call in the hope it will be them with a date for me to travel down south.
Sorry for the whinge. I really do try not (I was told once that all I do is whinge) to but today got the better of me.
Things that cheer me up are nice emails, trying to sell my daughters into slavery, snogging my ponios and designing adverts for the Shetland Pony Stud-Book Society Magazine!