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It's one of my mum's favourite sayings, but not one of ours. We're getting rather fed-up of waiting...

Well, Wednesday came and Tracy was still in as much pain as before the root-block operation, so she duly phoned Mr Ross' secretary as instructed. And was told that Mr Ross had said that sometimes the root block takes up to 72hrs to have any effect, and she was to continue with her pain relief (such as it is) and call back on Friday. Well, Friday came and Tracy was still in as much pain as before, so she duly phoned Mr Ross' secretary as instructed. And was told that Mr Ross was not in the hospital on Friday and that she would pass a message on and get him to phone Tracy on Monday... until then, she was to continue with her pain relief (such as it is)... Sense of deja vu? Quite.

Tracy has got some new pain relief in the form of fentenyl patches, which she tried yesterday (Friday) and they seemed to work, with the pain in her arm subsiding at last. Until this morning, when she's woken with a blinding headache and nausea. Which are known side effects of the patches and the instructions are to remove them immediately (and therefore lose the pain relief benefit). So she's back to square one, and still waiting for an intervention that will work. We'll just have to wait and see what Mr Ross says on Monday. And hope it's not "call back later". Because if it is, I won't be held responsible for her actions...

It was also my turn to visit the doctor yesterday, as I wanted to see about the pain in my knee. This started a couple of weeks ago, when the weather got really cold and was a sharp pain right in my knee joint. It prevented me from running on my treadmill, something I'd only just started to do again in a desperate (and vain) attempt to stop myself turning into a blob. I also wanted to discuss my complete lack of energy, general lethargy and rapidly decreasing sense of humour. He examined my knee and proclaimed it was hurting "due to the exercise", and I should take a pain killer when it hurt. We then discussed my other symptoms and he said I was "worried" (no shit, Sherlock!). And that was that.

So we're still waiting for Tracy to be mended, and I'm just going to focus on trying to lift her spirits and looking forward to when she's able to travel and we can get away for our much-needed holiday. And I'm going to cook us a special meal tonight to celebrate Valentine's Day, and will just have to hope that Tracy's feeling well enough to join me at the dining table to enjoy it...