Since November 7, I could probably count on the fingers of two hands (if not one) the number of times I have 'gone out'. It's been horrible, stuck in feeling lonely and sorry for myself. I keep trying to motivate myself to pull myself together but it's not always easy or, indeed, possible. A good friend of mine celebrated his 50th yesterday and I had really wanted to go. Just could not face struggling into party clothes and putting a face on. I have to beat this thing, but I equally have to mend my arm, so I guess that has to come first. Wish it would happen more quickly!