When I woke up at 7ish when Steph was leaving for uni, my head hurt. I got up to feed Molly and went back to bed.
I woke up a few hours later and sadly, nothing had changed. In fact, my head hurt more. So much for getting things done today.
I had a whole list of things to do, readings to read, notes to write up, blog posts to enter. So far I’ve managed to moan and whine a lot, lay in a dark room, and I put a load of laundry in. That’s it sadly. No reading for uni. No notes written up. No nothing at all. And my head still hurts. If I hadn’t spent most of the day in bed, I’d go to bed now. It is days like this that are so frustrating because I just can’t function.
It’s been over a year since I’ve seen a neurologist. I had hoped by now (after nearly 7 years) that I’d be feeling better. That days like this would be a thing of the past. That my daily life wouldn’t have a pain rating next to it. I know that some days are far better than others, but today reminds me of how frustrating this all is.