Hi Bec.
We all look at the bloody things. I sneak peaks around peoples' shoulders, stomp behind counters and demand to see the screen and relentlessly shred any sealed envelopes I'm given and devour the contents in the car enroute to the next appointment. I'm not sure it's a good idea, but I want to seeing for myself. I've also got enough medical knowledge to be dangerous to either myself or those who want to fob me off.
The pain thing sucks. I hate it. I've lived a wide, wild and wicked life; collecting an impressive list of injuries on the way but I'm finding the relentless pain and fatigue since my last cancer treatment really discouraging. Discouraging. Isn't that a lady like way of saying it's doing my fucking head in.
Get back in here with us chook. Your sense of humour is always welcome and, as becoming more and more apparent, we don't all just get better.
Good luck in the next couple of days. Marg XX