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Another lesson learnt

Mushy peas are evil. I probably don't have to say much more to most of my Southern friends but if you're a good ol' northern gal like myself it's impossible to have chips without them. 

And that's what landed me in a LOT of pain yesterday. 

I had taken bestie to the midwife yesterday as it was her due date and the baby was showing no signs of coming out. The midwife said she should stay upright and walk so we went for a little potter round the shops. 

As it was approaching lunchtime we decided to stop at the chip shop (and being posh we ate in). Chips and mushy peas go together like Thelma and Louise, bread and butter, old people and the smell of wee...you can't have one without  the other. 



But I should have!

At the time I was fine but about 5pm I started to get a few pains. About 6pm I ran to the loo- and stayed there for a considerable amount of time. The pain was overwhelming and I couldn't move. Big Girl had to ring Hubby who, as luck would have it, was just walking in the front door. 

The two of them went rifling through my pharmacy, sorry, medication supplies and I dosed up. But it didn't really help. I made it from the bathroom to my bedroom but couldn't actually get into bed so I curled up on the floor, doubled up in pain. 

Big Girl was obviously worried and wouldn't leave my side no matter how much Hubby tried to persuade her to go downstairs or into her room. She stroked my hair, and said that I needed to get into bed, that I couldn't just lay on the floor, sounding older than her years. 

That is one thing I hate. I hate what my kids have had to witness. Big Girl especially. She's older and so understands more now and it's harder to shelter her from it. Last night Big Fella was more concerned with the fact he didn't like his dinner and asking what else I was going to cook for him! Even when Hubby said I was poorly he carried on shouting that he was hungry.  Boys!

We tried to ring the GP surgery to find out if there were any extra painkillers I could take but it was closed. We were forced to use the 111 service and to be honest it's pretty rubbish. It took 2 phone calls, a nurse and a doctor to tell me that I could have an extra painkilling tablet. To be honest I think it would have been quicker just to google it. 

Eventually the painkillers kicked in and along with 2 hot water bottles and my electric heat pad I was tucked up and asleep in bed. I slept right the way through to 6am this morning. I find that having such acute pain really exhausts me and it takes it out of my body. Thank goodness these episodes are few and far between. But a few valuable lessons have been learned. Mushy peas are not low reidue. They are not ok for me to eat. And they look pretty grim when they've been shot out of my arse at a 100mph. I'll leave you with that thought. 

NB x
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