Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you there’s no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness
Take away all my sadness
Ease my troubles that’s what you do

That’s kinda how I feel about you guys at the moment.  (And, please please please, realise that it’s the Van Morrison version that’s playing in my head and NOT the unholy horror that is Rod ‘Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?  Hell no’ Stewart) At a time when my nearest and dearest are tiptoeing round me in a vague attempt to try and make me drift off to sleep so that I will stop complaining you are all still here.  Offering advice, agreeing with me, telling me some up front truths and generally being fabulous.

I love you all, you amazing human beings.

I know that reading this blog recently has been as about as enjoyable as sticking pins in your eyes and for that I am very much sorry.

You really are the magic in my life at the moment and for that I will be eternally grateful.

And for those of you that are so inclined I made this quite frankly rubbish button for you to display anywhere you like. (Yes, that’s how bored I am)

There is a bigger one here if you want it.

If you are wondering if you are one of those that ‘rock’.  Yes, you are.

It’s really very odd. Today, for the first time in about two weeks I wasn’t in pain. I mean, my jaw still feels like it was punched by whoever that guy is that beat Ricky Hatton but it wasn’t an ‘I want my Mum’ kind of pain. It was more like a pop 2 paracetomol in, wash them down and hold a warm cup of herbal tea against my jaw type.

And I had no idea what to do. I, of course, felt immensely tired, showed everyone at work the photos of the tooth (lot’s of comments from them much like the ones from you guys) and one lovely lovely person bought me some flowers to help me feel better.

I mean seriously, I have spent so much time and energy recently on being in pain that I now i am not in pain I am stuck for something to do.

I ended up watching Eastenders, Emmerdale, The Best of My Super Sweet Sixteen (for god’s sake), The Choir: Boys Don’t Sing, and the new episode of Torchwood in an attempt to get my brain to quieten down. Then I scratched the cat’s belly for about an hour while she curled up to me… and made many cups of tea but still racing.

Annoyingly it wasn’t until I came upstairs to get my Mac, blog and read Bloglines that the tiredness took over… and now I am fighting to stay away.

But, tomorrow, I am going to catch up on all the wonderful blogs I have been unable to read recently and will once again be ‘active’ in the blogging world.

I just wanted to take a moment and say a huge Thank You to you all for being so lovely during the past week - listening to me moan is never a good thing. Thanks again!