When the Going gets Tough...the Tough go on Holiday

I have spent this week hunkered down in my jimjams. Today is the first day that I have not spotted or shed some "debris". I hate to think what went on up there.

I refused a follow-up consultation this week with the consultant doctor as I could not gather up the will to leave the house. I know what the talk will be about. I will go and see her but it will be after we come back. Maybe then I will be more ready to hear it.

I am thinking "diminished egg supply" or "premature ovarian failure" or "early menopause" or just plain "you suck".

Mr P had taken time off to tend to my every whim and need. He is such a lovely man and it breaks my heart to see him so affected by this too. It was his idea to go away. It was almost a week here on the West Coast but instead a good deal came up to go here.

I know, I know...bit of a contrast but these people have not yet opened in Arisaig.

So..2 weeks in Canada, eh? We leave tomorrow and I hope you all behave whilst I am away.