Painting is hard work.

But good work. I have meen working on my Four painting and it's looking rather fantasic. Been working on it for about an hour or so. Only problem is that my pelvis is killing me. Seat of my pelvis - sharp, jabbing, horrible pain. I don't know what the hell is going on down there right now. I don't know if my BCPs are aggravating things or what, maybe my ovaries are growing something, I don't know. It seems to be swapping sides every month so I'm figuring that's what it is.

I'm considering taking some codeine, but I'm scared I'm taking too much lately. Not that my intake has increased. It's always one or two doses a day, three maximum if I'm having a particularly bad period. I aim for no doses a day, but don't feel bad if I have one. It's to deal with the breakthrough pain that the Ponstan isn't covering. Thing is, this isn't crampy pain. I can't help but think that I'm not using the right pain relief for this problem. Anyway, I'm considering taking my first dose of codeine today, but I don't want to be sleepy or tripping balls while I'm painting.

Back to painting, I guess. Oh - "Fever" by Kylie Minogue was on and I was singing it to my Four painting. I am one messed up mamma-jamma. (I can't help it, I adore him!)

ETA: I just hit the wall. Had to pack up. So I managed 3 hours of painting. *sigh*

*Sniffle*

Caught the last five minutes of End of Time tonight (Mum was watching it). I cried again. rrrrRRRRRRUSSELL! *shakes fist in the air*

(Though this time, I noticed how ridiculous it was for Ten to start up the TARDIS two seconds before he knew he was going to regenerate. Did he have a fucking death wish?)