|Best picture of Jamie - ever.|
These things suck.
I'm currently in a funk with insomnia, can't fall asleep without drugs, its quite bad. 2-3hrs of dozing if I go drug free and only about 5 if I take a sleeping pill. So wish it was more, my body wants more but "the insomnia" won't allow it.
RLS comes and goes. The Sofril (the drug I'm on) is doing a pretty good job. But I've already taken it and I can feel my legs resisting as I sit or stand. Grrr.
Backpain. This one disturbs me. Its my lower back. It was sore before we left for holidays and as one of the boys wanted to be carried, it just got worse and worse. Now its aching all the time. Positions it hurts to be in... lying down, sitting on a chair, sitting on the floor and kneeling. It is really only comfortable to be standing. So night time is doubly bad, insomnia and pain when lying down. The straight backed wooden chairs are painful, the floppy couches are painful. So worried I have what mum has. I'm over being in pain. My other problem is getting to a physio. I just can't. This week I'm working from 9-6 M,T,W,F and have Thursday off... go then you say, its Anzac Day, a public holiday and no private physio works on a public holiday.
Cooking today, wanted to get so much more done, but made fried rice for lunch, chicken drumsticks and mash for dinner. Granola for my breakfast and a vegie curry type thing for my lunches. I really wanted to make some cake, but didn't get around to it.
Have to fit in cake making this week as its my sister and her husband's birthdays this week. They will come over for a little bit on ANZAC day for cake. Hmmm what to make?
Some good news, Ryan is back to being fully continent. I still have him in a pullup at night, but its unnecessary. The flooding from a month ago still has me nervous. That being said, he had a big drink before bed tonight and its almost midnight and he woke up, went to the loo, had a little cuddle and then said "I want to go back to bed"
Tonight I went in to check that the fellas were covered. Ryan has his little toes poking out of his dinosaur blanket (he gets too sweaty under the doona, so he has his polar fleece blanket). Ben's little arm was hanging out between the bars of the cot. He did so well today. We took his dummy off him about half an hour after he woke up and didn't get it back until he was in bed this evening. He didn't ask for it ether, but was very happy to see it. He went very badly backwards when we were in Thailand, he had it almost constantly and would cry "dummy" when he didn't' have it. There are a lot of photos with that damned dummy. Looking for a motorbike soft toy for the "Dummy Fairy" to bring and then we can lose the retched thing.