Nasty thunderstorms yesterday kept knocking me offline, and were possible responsible for me going to bed at 8pm, too exhausted to keep my eyes open, and sleeping right through to 8am this morning! I didn't even stop to record Casualty!

Although I probably needed the sleep, I could have done without the dream about having a threesome with a female acquaintance... and Michael Barrymore. *shudder*

I am about to ring into work sick for the 4th working day.

I tried to return to work last Friday but had to pull over twice on the way in as I thought I was going to throw up. After going home I got more migraine precursors and more head pain, which continued into Saturday.

Yesterday I felt a little better and Pat commented that my colour was improved.

However this morning I feel awful again. Pat was snoring all fucking night to the point where eventually I just got up and came downstairs at around 5am because I thought I was going to smother him. I reckon I have probably had about 3 hours sleep, tops. I'm at the point where I'm just crying with frustration and exhaustion.

In November last year, I went dahn sahf to visit Mum and Moggy and do some Xmas shopping. On my journey home I picked up a bucket of KFC for us.
Pat bit into a piece and loosened his two bottom front teeth on a bone. (Why he didn't realise it had a bone in it is not a question I'm prepared to tackle.)
After faffing about for a month he finally went to the dentist the week before Xmas and had the two teeth out.
That's when he started snoring. Because his mouth was painful so it was hanging open, I suppose.
Then our bed started falling apart so Pat ended up sleeping on the sofa for a fortnight anyway until we got a new one.
Now we have the new bed, he is coming to bed every night and driving me crazy with his snoring!

What can I do? If he gets false teeth, you can't wear them overnight anyway, so that won't help.
I don't want to relegate him to the sofa every night and we don't have a spare room, so it's not like I can just go and move elsewhere when he starts. And I can't sleep on the sofa because it kills my back.

Let's just look at my woes:
Exhausted; lack of sleep
At least 4 stone overweight
Blood pressure too high
Chronic back pain (medicated)
Carpal tunnel syndrome (medicated)
Intermittent mastalgia
Lost interest in sex
Can't concentrate
Seem to be either crying or losing temper all the time
Infertile
And to top it off, have just discovered what looks like a ringworm patch on my shoulder.

Now, does that all sound it could come under the aegis of "stress-related illnesses"? Yes, I thought so.

When I get headaches, I have to be careful what I take anyway, because of my medications for my back and wrist pain. I'm already on codeine phosphate, amytriptyllin and diclofenac. So I can't take any extra anti-inflammatories. Codeine unfortunately can often cause or worsen headaches in the course of treating the pain it's aimed at, so I've tried skipping that for the last few days but have ended up feeling as if someone replaced my spine with a length of rusty barbed wire. (Naturally this didn't manifest itself until we were in Morrisons yesterday.)

Well, I have phoned in to work and spoken to my mate Oona which at least has cheered me up a bit cos she knows where I'm coming from with the back pain, and with the snoring since her husband is a pain with it too!

Got a doctor's appointment for 3.55 today so will see what s/he says... Never seem to see the same doctor twice at our surgery which is a bit disconcerting... Hope they don't send me for an ECG again...

Pat is beginning to feel much better already and we couldn't wait any longer for a shag, so we had one. Two fingers to you, up-your-own-arse overpaid consultant! Imagine thinking we could go six weeks without it! :-p

I discovered this weekend that Northerners don't know the word "pikey", and don't have a word which means this.

This link was of immense help in educating Patrick in the nefarious ways of the common pikey. 115 definitions! Who'd have thought it?

And I am happy to report that Patrick's ribs were feeling slightly less painful on Saturday and so he was able to Do His Duty, which means that at least I haven't killed anyone today. Sadly, however, it will probably take another week before he's fit for it again :-(

I arrived home from work last night at about 6pm, after a meeting with the contact centre director which overran by an hour. I had a swift bite to eat then went to bed, with the instruction to Pat, "Wake me up about 8.30 if I haven't got back up then." Which he dutifully did, but I refused to be budged! and didn't wake up until 8.30am today!

14 hours of sleep has to do me some good!

On an interesting side note, I am totally frustrated as Pat's broken ribs have prevented us from having sex for over 3 weeks now. And very weirdly, I am getting a skin breakout in my cleavage. This always happens when I'm not getting enough sex. Seriously, this has happened ever since I became regularly sexually active at age 16. I can only think that this proves that spots are caused by hormone imbalances! And what a great new pick up line, "Please have sex with me, it's good for my skin."

Off for a hair cut and colour now, as my reward for having been off the fags nearly 6 weeks now!