Good afternoon Wrensong,
Are you sitting comfortably? I saw my GP this morning! She was very concerned about my sleep, or lack of rather, and wants to get that right. The idea being that if we can get that bit right, relief of other things might follow to a degree. She is more than reluctant to prescribe sleeping tables and I don't want them anyway. She did ask about it pressures on me, including my mental stability. Thankfully I know all is not too bad in that direction, previous experience when I had a total breakdown means I have a pretty good handle on how that all feels. Anyway, she has put me on the 2nd level of Mirtazapine and she wants to see me in 5 weeks. So, I am prepared to play fair and see if a higher dosage can help the painful flushes.
I am a pain clinic graduate too!

I had acupuncture first but it wasn't too successful. Later I had a series of epidurals, one a month for 6 months Month 1 to 3 were no trouble at all being done. Month 4 was a bit different, I think the majoring of a very big teaching hospital must have heard the scream. It went incorrectly, yowl, did it hurt! The next 2 saw me tense up, so a gentle sedative was given first. At the time I was on a government employment training scheme and DH and I had started seeing each other, he too was on the same scheme. Naturally I did my work at home, I was in no fit state to go to the centre. No lift and teaching rooms on 1st floor! I did go in one day, by taxi, for a prearranged meeting and my treatment was questioned. Both male managers were ex RN. One, had as it happened, had 1 epidural and could not get his head around 6 at 1 monthly intervals. Putting it bluntly, they didn't believe me. I glared. Then I asked if they would like to contact my Consultant. Both shut up then. That got topped off by an unscheduled hysterectomy 2 months later

. My DH and I could not have got together at a worst time, but he definitely knew what he was getting by then and he still wanted me. That makes him very precious to me.
I was 27 when Daddy died. He'd been taken into hospital on my birthday. Daddy being Daddy refused to go in his pajamas! He came down stairs and said he was so upset because it was my birthday. I told him not to worry, there "all be plenty more birthdays". Sadly the wasn't. He'd have hated carrying on as things were and he'd have much pain, so for him it was a kindness.
Mum's elder nephew was telling her point blank that both her parents and sister and brother in law were " they're dead". That left me to calm her down again because she became so distressed. He and I had a falling out and she's not even had a birthday or Christmas card from anyone in her blood family since. The home she is in is wonderful, they could not as kinder to her. Both she and I are very fortunate in that respect. Yes, there are times we have somewhat strange conversations!
Haven't yet decided on the size of the pond, but it won't be small, or should I say, too small.
Just now PollyMarie hen is inspecting my right upper arm, not sure why exactly. She's being gentle for the moment. Obviously I must taste nice! I'm sure I came as a hen's entertainment kit and a cat bed :Pj
Time I got changed, my top now has muddy paw prints on it. Peter took a flying leap over PollyMarie and landed square on my lap. It's amazing how often I get 'supervised' when I am in the bathroom. Right now I could happily curl up and doze off Driving this tired could be dangerous to us and to any other people. I think a snooze is in order first.
Have a gentle day everyone.
Brighteyes