Mistress is being all philosophical again... You know what those stupid doctors went and did? well, if some of you can bear to cast your eyes back to the blog entry about my stomach ulcers, I can now no longer take some of the arthritis pills (namely anti inflammatories) and so, much to my reluctance the doctor prescribed me with something called Amitryptaline which she claimed in low 10mg doses, was considered very effective "Pain management" in the medical world. I scoffed at the idea, made a suitably sarcastic remark about knowing it was yet another fancy name for Anti depressants and said why what does that do, make me all happy and i dont actually care too much about the pain (or stopped making it up as it was all "in my head" was another thought)?"

But, being a good girl, i took the little blue pills, dutifully every night for 6 weeks.. the shooting pain continued in one's shattered kneecap (as i would have expected if the bones are a bit fubar'ed as we say here)all they did was exactly the opposite of the other well known "little blue pill" Mistress was not impressed and prompty threw them in the bin last weekend! I have to say I hate pills and stuff that end up messing with your head, i like to make sure that all my sarcasm and extremely witty one liners and exceptional talent at toilet humour and lewd jokes continue to spew forth with reckless abandon... and then hurredly blame it on someone else if it all goes awry.. a bit like when women accuse the dog of farting...

Wow.. Ive been divorced for 3 weeks now! give it another 3 weeks and that would equal the amount of time that would elapse between the X hubby taking a bath... oh yes indeed! I have rather an amusing ditty to tell on that front which culminated in me threatening the Xhub with the Karcher Pressure Washer and a tub of Swarfeega...