Despite being in my bed, my sleep is still disturbed. The stress of my husband is over, but I’ve had a dicky tummy from the antibiotics (all finished now), which hasn’t helped. What had helped is sleeping naked … and not having my balls tormenting me! Sleep disturbance is also a symptom of low testosterone… so I need to chase the doctor.

These last few days, with or without dressings, I have been feeling less comfortable. It could be down to not taking ibuprofen any more, it could be down to wearing jeans. My tracky bottoms are in the wash (my husband had been wearing them, he picked them up without realising and when in the Dark Place his hygiene just doesn’t happen); as so as they are dry, I am putting them on!

I’m losing count of how many runny poos I’m having. I am so glad the antibiotics are finished with! My arsehole is sore for all the wrong reasons. I hope you wannabes are paying attention to all my wittering on about diarrhea! Of course, even if I’d known that I’d have diarrhea for a year, I would almost certainly still have got my nuts removed. When you need it, you need it!

And now I’m in my nice soft jogging bottoms and I am much more comfortable! Shame they’ve now got a cigarette burn in them. I’ll have to nip into town tomorrow and get a new pair.

I have booked tomorrow off work. I’ve had quite a time of it and am exhausted and I have a migraine. How is it that I’m in head pain, and it can get fairly severe, and yet I don’t notice it until somebody says (usually my husband) “do you have a headache?”. Anyway, hopefully this is nothing that a few decent night’s sleep won’t cure!