Promises, Promises

6 Feb

So much for stronger painkillers: at one o’clock this morning I found myself in the Hub’s arms, blubbing like a girl that ‘They didn’t work.  They didn’t work.’  My face felt twice its normal size and throbbed from crown to chin.  A couple of magic pills in the form of co-codamol, however, and the pain eased enough for me to sleep.   My face was throbbing again when I woke up at eight this morning (late for me) so I took some more co-codamol and it is temporarily bearable.   I hope the antibiotics start working soon. 

I am rather bored with the whole thing now, and it would be nice to have something else to blog about but, oww.

I welcome your comments but be warned: I'm menopausal and as likely to snarl as smile. Wine or Maltesers are an acceptable bribe; or a compliment about my youthful looks and cheery disposition will do in a pinch.

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