Suddenly I Heard Someone Screaming In Agony....

......fortunately, I speak it fluently.  That's an old Goon show line (I think, or is it Monty Python?) no matter, but I was certainly speaking it fluently about 2am.  For a few weeks I've had upper back pain and I thought it was just because I was being more active, getting healthy, exercising, swimming and walking etc.  Wednesday saw the pain get much worse so that I was crying out in pain if I moved the wrong way.  Then last night I woke in pain again and it was like someone squeezing me hard around the rib cage.  I spent most of the wee hours sitting in an arm chair in the lounge room.  I took Ibuprofen, heated up the wheat pillow, took some Enos, had some milk and eventually was able to stretch out again so got back into bed and slept for a while.
I was better this morning but as the day wore on it got worse again so I went down to the chemist and got Ibuprofen with codeine this time as well as some Panadol.  Haven't taken any yet, will wait till just before bed so I can get some sleep hopefully.  I'm pretty sure it's just an inflammation of the cartilage, I've had it before, couldn't get into the doctor anyway and I know they would say to do what I'm doing anyway.  Resting and taking painkillers.  If it's no better by Monday I'll jump up and down a bit and get an appointment.  I came close to going to the hospital last night but knew I'd just be sitting in the cold ward waiting for some dodgy doctor to show up.
The loan has been set up but on top of a low pay due to no work, we had to pay an extra thousand dollars to fix up the credit cards before they paid them out and cancelled them which has left us with very little for the rest of the fortnight.  I'm not worried at all, Josh's birthday is sorted, thank goodness I had a bit of money in my own account and made sure he had all the games he asked for.  I have some more put aside to buy some party food for Wednesday.  He won't be able to stay home as his yearly exams start Tuesday and go till Thursday.  These are important exams as they will set him up for his school certificate year next year.  Can't believe my baby will be 15!
I do poverty very well, and it will do my spoiled husband and kids good to have to "make do" for a couple of weeks. 
I made Salmon Quiche for tonight, Phill can make Em some garlic prawns with some prawns I had in the freezer.  Got some cheap chicken and stewing steak for the next few days. 
I got my hair cut short during the week, I couldn't stand it any longer, and now it feels and looks a lot better, most of the blonde is out, it just looks like I have frosted tips now, and so much easier to manage. 
Still feeling happy in spite of the pain.  Phill is being a prick but what else is new, I think he finally had to face up to the mess he has made of his financial affairs.  It hit me today that once he retires I am entitled to half of his superannuation and now we won't be in any debt that will give me quite a nice nest egg to start my own life, if that is necessary, and I think it will be.  I just have to suck it up and deal with it for a few more years.  And not in a miserable, "poor me" way, I intend to be as happy as I can, every day and do the things I love to do, and take care of my children and do the best I can for them.  If Phill wants to start behaving like a decent human being and cherish me the way he should we might be able to make a go of it.  I suspect though, that he will end up one of those blokes you see in the pub who treated their wives like shit for years and end up propping up the bar wearing cardigans and walk shorts and staggering home to their grotty bedsit every night.  Poor old buggers don't realise what they could have had if they'd only treated their women better.