Christmas was, on the whole, pretty good. One minor family row, and nothing to do with me, but it's left me feeling like knocking my mother's and her sister's heads together until they see sense. That kind of "But she started it, so I'm not going to be the first to apologise" stuff I might expect from someone of Louise's age, not from women ten times her age.
Anyway, we spent most of the time staying with my cousin and his boyfriend, and had a really great time there. We saw almost everyone from both our families, except for the overseas ones, and it was, all in all, good. And better news in that my mother has been given a definite date for her hip operation - she'll be going in this week - so I hope this will signal the start of her regaining mobility and independence. I've told her and Dad that if they need an extra pair of hands around the place during her recuperation, all they have to do us to tell me and I'll be there.
Then home for a very quiet New Year. The back has not been good, and I'm not sure whether the increased side effects from doubling my Citalopram dose, which have been unpleasant, outweigh the improved mood, which has been slight. Ah well, I shall be seeing my doc this week, and I'll discuss that with him when we do my medication review. I hope I'll be moving off morphine for the bulk of my pain relief, and just using it for breakthrough pain if the fentanyl patches don't quite cut it.
The rest of the time has been taken up with childcare and hospital visiting, since youngatheart is in hospital again and giantpanda has needed help with the kids one way and another, so I've been either out or recovering a lot of the time. Still, they need me, and that's what friends are for.
I hope you've all been well, and I'll be catching up as I can.