On a basic level, I'd still rather pack it back away and not think about any of it. Life appears easier when all you tghink about is shoes. Being superficial makes life a bit shinier - except sweeping it under the carpet creates rubbish that has to be addressed later. But at least when it's all tightly locked away I can close my eyes. Sleep is easier when you haven't got images waiting to appear.
There's also a niggling worry - DF bore her soul to me last night, and with morning after I want to know that she's ok. Will have to wait for post-work contact. It sucks that after much soul emptying last night I couldn't just give her a hug (glad that DM could tho). She's a braver woman than I am.
So, onto the hips. They hurt - have gp appt later to find out why - general concensus is that the SPD is playing up but when I saw dr yesterday he said my uterus is swollen and couldn't work out the source of the pain. So I'm back in today to get tested. We're working on the basis that it's just an infection - but I guess we'll see later. I'm attemping not to consider any other possibility - which would first of all be ridiculous and an over-reaction (we're heading into realms of anxiety again). It would be worrying about nothing. First and foremost I don't want to be poked and prodded about by a random stranger.
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