I took my beloved and full-of-flu G to the doctor today, and then muscled in on his appointment to have my own chest checked out - surely, the stabbing pain/agony I've been getting when coughing and moving around is muscular, right?
I was so relieved to hear the doctor's diagnosis I started crying - bronchitis, chest infection and pleurisy! Wow! There's a reason I have been feeling so crappy. I now have permission to feel as lousy as I have been feeling! And I don't have to feel guilty about not doing everything that needs to be done!!
Another case of the Motherly Matyrdoms diagnosed and treated.
And now I'm back off to bed.