Went for ultrasound scan this morning. Didn't get a single bit of sleep all night for worrying about it. In fact Nick rearranged his work, so he could drive me through since he said there was no way he was letting me drive in that state. I was wide awake though, and anyway, I drove myself down to Barrow later on. They found nothing. But she did say that the stomach and intestines don't show up on a scan. The rest of my organs are fine, so she told me to go and book an appointment with my GP as soon as I get home for further tests. Forget it. I've had it with doctors and hospitals. I haven't had that pain for a few days anyway, so no point in wasting anymore of anyone's time. I know I might sound stubborn and stupid, but I am SO frustrated at the moment. With everything. There's plenty of people who are so much worse off than me, so how selfish do I sound whinging about me, me, me all the time?? I think the best bet is to just sit back and what will be, will be. I hate fuss. Always have, always will. I know I'm fine, I really am. I did appreciate Nick being there actually. The fact he's worried about me at the moment is quite comforting. Although I hate being worried about usually, but I crave his attention now. I want that concern from him and him alone. Sounds stupid, doesn't it? I just wanted him to stay at home with me, and not go back into work.
Oh well. I did intend on catching up on some sleep this afternoon, but my jewellery is calling me. I need to drill my new pieces, and set some stones. Maybe get into work later on if I feel up to it.