The Pains I Go To …
Following a spasm yesterday evening, all my well laid out and oiled plans to write The Babysitter, Dancing the Frug and From Blunder to Sunder have been shot to shit.
Despite tablets, l am so growing tired of all this pain, it’s taxing my very inner core, and dragging me down to the bottom of the pile as far as motivation goes.
I am going to have to seriously up my game or overdose on tablets to get the Christmas Challenge drawn up, blimey even the Imp Pimp is giving me a hard time! Must be bad when a devilish and somewhat Naughty Gnome feels the need to put the boot in!
I am sitting here trying to think straight as a first! If it’s not the pinched nerve in my neck then it’s my right shoulder and when specifically neither one it’s both at the same time!
I have so had enough of this, if l don’t include the time the pain was under the NHS attention radar from January, then l have still been in absolute agony since June, and that is now six months with no progression, no appropriate medication, no respite.
Most days l now use a soft neck brace used by those on long haul flights, to try and ease something, but truth be known nothing is awarding pain relief.
So had enough of all this.