Frustration

Working in Arundel I've suddenly noticed quite how wonky the whole place is. With my stupid pelvis requiring me to hobble about old lady style with a stick, all the quaint little features have now become things that make my life a bit more painful! Which is irritating because the place is beautiful.

Thankfully, we're only on the 1st floor at work, but it now takes me a full 15 minutes to go to the bathroom (up on floor 2). And lunch consists of hobbling down the stairs, negotiating the pavements, trying to get into the shop and then back. I HAVE to get better soon - I miss enjoying my walk to and from the car along the river!

And thus ends my whining session (sort of). I'm on day 4 of being pathetically slow and I'm just hitting frustration. Eventually I will shout at someone for treating me like an invalid....... possibley, or I might just seethe in my head.

On the plus side, being stuck at my desk and having DF at work I'm being mightily productive and am powering on through my new project (much happier now I've assigned the evil CMS package to the depths of hell where it belongs... well technically to one of the other guys, but not me haha!)

I had every intention this week of distracting myself with DH and using my new found 'writing skills' - except I'm tiring myself out with gritting my teeth, and with the pain so close to certain other areas, it's mildly like attempting to get turned on while in labour, and you can guess the chances of THAT happening. It's deeply frustrating.