Me-Not-Impressed, Says Tigger

On Tuesday, there was a shocking post on Tigger's very own blog, couched as a 'postcard' from his F and Mr B.

Suffice it to say that when I played the wee video for Tigs, he was less than chuffed! In fact, this was his response...

Yup, leaves in the breeze, much more captivating. Later in the evening, the YAMster needed some furrings and purrings as she nursed along the neuralgia attack. She tried to distract herself with some Yahtzee against the Oktokan. Tigger decided that moving dice were also considerably more interesting than Terriers of the Far Far South. In fact, they are quite mesmerising.

...yeah, neuralgia. Something that has plagued me since my teenage years, but not at all frequently. The last time I had an episode was three years back, all that disease and dying dads and stuff. This gives you a clue that this physical nerve attack tends to only take place when my body is under significant stress. 

I had twinging beside my ear on Sunday evening, and by Monday arvo, it was really biting in. On going to my travel kit, I found only two ibuprofen left. That would ensure I got some sleep that night, but I knew I had to get more because once this thing sets in, it is usually 4-7 days before it lets go again. I got onto the Big A (having recently taken on Prime membership as I will need quite a few things for The Grey) and ordered the necessary pills... but then had to last through until Tuesday mid-afternoon for them to arrive. Heat packs, Radiance Therapy, talking books, and Tigger cuddles helped me keep a lid on the screaming. I also took some time to ponder why on earth neuralgia decided now was the time...

All I could say was that I have been more physically active due to the situation - but I have also been aware of it and only going out every second day. Of course, that is still six times more than I ever do back at the Hutch. Then there is the other factor - the major shift in life circumstances that has now begun. The Grey has become real. A long-held dream is about to be realised. All good - but also a tad stressful. 

What I do know is that rigors and spasmodic jaw clamping on one's tongue and loosening teeth resulting from the nerve-jangling that has been going on rather curbed one's enthusiasm and put the kibosh on going anywhere on Monday. 

The meds have it back at a very low-level discomfort, and I could go out and aboot on Wednesday - which you will read about for tomorrow's FFF offering (and which I forgot to remind you about!) Meanwhile, I have been grateful for Tigger constantly checking on me and meowing to ensure I was still alive and seeking my hand for furrings - which then sets off his delightful purrings!