well it was a great week i was still in agony, but the holiday was  a nice change of scenery. the dr was a bit concerned that a camping trip was going to be too much for me to handle but i assuredher that if i didnt get away i would go mad and besides i love camping and lets face it, i honestly dont know even how much longer i will be able to do it as my illness slowly takes hold of me and ripples through my every inch until i am totally unable to do anything like camping or fishing or going on holidays at all, until basically my sad excuse for life absolutely and totally sucks without any meaning or hope of getting around by myself. so i want to go away as much as possible because it will rock me shockingly if i cant ever do it so i at least want to create heaps of memories for later on. i really dont think that is too much too ask for. i still took my diary and all of my meds too, even though i was in better spirits because of the environment i was still in agony, so why not be in a peaceful setting and be in pain? i did enjoy my few days of being ignorant to my horrid life, and i think it cheered me up too some degree. i had fun too so it was great.