Whinging

Tim told me on the weekend that I have now learnt the art of whinging. Now before you exclaim that that's not a very loving comment to make, it was actually meant as a compliment! In this case, we mean whinging as being able to tell people how we're really feeling, rather than just saying "fine" in response all the time. This is intensified during periods of struggle or illness. I have an article from The Age last year stuck on my fridge that discusses the increased burden we feel when pressured to 'think and act postive' all the time during illness. Of course we don't want to be a grumps all the time and it's really hard when your regular response is that things are difficult but I found it such a relief when I have felt able to do this. Putting on the 'happy face' to other people all the time is draining and ultimately detrimental to your wellbeing. Being honest really is the right sort of whinging!

I had my 6 week check up yesterday and although I am walking with greater ease and sitting comfortably, I still have a considerable amount of pain from the surgery which is unusual. I am unable to lie on my back still or lean back against a chair and my scars are throbbing and sore, so I am having a neuropathic cream specially formulated for me to see if this will ease the pain. This is currently hindering further improvement so we are hoping that this topical cream will help significantly.