I had an operation last Tuesday to strip varicose veins. My leg is now a mass of bruises and dressings over cuts, not to mention the elastic stocking, which besides being very unsexy, spends its day trying to slide down my leg and form a tourniquet. All this I can cope with but what is depressing is that someone else is milking my girl for me. I had to do it last night as she wasn't available and boy did it hurt, so I'm glad she is able to do the next few days but it doesn't feel right.
It's one thing going on holiday and leaving someone else to look after them but I'm not here then. Being in the house and knowing that someone else is doing my job is what's wrong. I miss it. I do go and talk to them but I'll be glad when my leg will allow me to bend down properly and get back to what I enjoy doing.
Sorry about the moan. Just feeling sorry for myself.