Stoned!

So now I've done six days of antibiotics and I should be much better. I suppose in general I feel better in myself, but pain-wise, nope. I think I tempted fate when I told Mum that I was much better, cos last night, this morning, this afternoon and then tonight I've had lots of pain. So now I'm thinking that maybe I've got a kidney stone, because surely a course of antibiotics would have knocked the pain on the head. Reading through the symptoms of a kidney stone, it seems to fit - the pains come on in spasms, which could be suggestive of renal colic. Back to the doctors for me, I think.

Why is it that when you're at your low point healthwise that shit happens? I make no secret of the fact that my relationship with Colin is rocky to the say the least - much as I love him (and I really really do), we don't get on that well, and rows are a common feature in this house (of course if he just did as he was told and stopped peeing me off there wouldn't be any need for rows!); but the last few days have been really good since we had a major blow-up and I think I got through to him. My biggest bugbear is his job. Let me explain ... he is an electronics engineer, currently working with a huge multi-national company. I encouraged him to take the job (he was working for a one-man band before and was incredibly restricted in what he was 'allowed' to do), though since he's been there (coming up for two years) his job has changed a few times because they realised how multi-skilled he was and all the different departments were fighting over who got to keep him (how cute!). He's been working as a project engineer for ages now, which is what he wants to do, but he's also part of the site team. Anyway, quite often because of jobs that come in at work I find myself having to change MY plans at the last minute on a far too frequent basis, and it makes me really cross. Yet again today I got dumped on and had to change my plans and all because of his stupid job, and believe you me I am absolutely livid. I have arranged to meet a friend for dinner tomorrow, and if he dares even try wriggle out of picking Ethan up or make me change my plans in any way, then that really will be the straw that broke the camel's back. I am sick to death of having no life at all and being stuck with the kids all the time - don't get me wrong, I love my kids to bits, but I would like to be able to do stuff by myself - it's impossible to shop properly with two whining kids in tow. Whew! Moan over!

Speaking of tomorrow night, I'm really looking forward to it. I haven't had a night out by myself for far longer than I care to remember. I'm meeting my friend Jacqui, who is wildly entertaining, so I'm sure there will be lots of laughing. We're going to the pub and then for dinner, and I can't wait.

Not much else to report - Mojo is still missing in action. I've been aimlessly channel hopping through the music channels for hours trying to find something interesting to watch. Still in pain. Still depressed. Same old same old.