It's times like this - 7am on Sunday morning - that I remember why I really, really fucking hate being a girl.
Really. Fucking. Hate. It.
Mindalteringlybadagony.
Spinebendinglyawfulpain.
Two ibuprofen, two paracetamol, and two hot water bottles later and I'm feeling vaguely human...except for only having had four hours sleep, and still -actually- being in pain. Just less of it.