Post 236: Throbbing pains in lumber and groin!

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Post 236: Throbbing pains in lumber and groin!

Post 236: Throbbing pains in lumber and groin!

Vital statistics:

Temp: Normal but some hot bedsweats

BP: perfectly normal.

Weight: steady, but no appetite

Hair: Needs a trim in a couple of weeks.

Anything else: Steadily going down hill.

Looking forward to Christmas but not my increased disabilities.

Pain: 8/10

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When someone asks, are you still in pain?

Thanks for asking, it’s alright in the main Pray

The little voice shouts from inside my head

Tell them the truth it feels like I’m dead.

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With the like likelihood of this post being banned due to too many expletives, it’s a must that I only skirt around the edges of throbbing pain and it’s 3 or 4 hour long impossible session.

What it is anybody’s guess but it here to stay and comes and goes when it likes.

Quite honestly I’m close to giving up, I really am. It’s all new to me, this lowering of all the pain threshold’s working out if there’s somebody I should tell.

I’m feeling like there’s something in temperature; both my body and the groom I’m in.

I’m buggered if I can fathom what’s happening to cause it and to be truthful nothing much stops it.

I’m defeated and worse still, still in pain.

When will I get better?

When will I get relief from the pain?

What’s the point of all this pain?

I’m beginning to not cope.

My Darling is now doing two full shifts at home.

I’m teaching her how to input the solar panel meter readings.

I’m getting ready to spiral the massive plug hole of human endings.

How did my mum cope with all the pain she was in? Am I a woose? Why can I not cope.

I hope I’m better tomorrow.

Good night

PS

I’ve postponed the old Volvos MoT due to my pains, I couldn’t get in the car, so I will have to cancel tomorrows meet and greet at elevenses.

I’m taking all this in my stride but my stride is nothing short of pathetic right now.

When will this end…

PPS

Sorry that the blog is short today.

I’m not myself and there are many problems I pick up every day. Leaving a week’s worth would be an amazing list.

Unfortunately I’m going backwards so fast I’m starting to get worried that the year and a half is too ambitious for a prognosis — in reality now.

Anonymous
  • Hello , I rarely comment but have followed your blog as you were diagnosed the same time as my husband and you have followed a  similar path . I’m gong to say something harsh not because I do t care but because I want to help . You already have so much information regarding where you are , no one knows how long anyone’s journey is but I tell my husband all the time we must live as we are alive  and not live  waiting for the inevitable . Grasp your life in both hands and even if it’s little wins it’s a win . Fight that fight  with every part of you that you still have control of . If mornings are your best , live those mornings in full , whatever works . Pain is your enemy so conquer it in anyway you can and then grasp those moments you have to do something good even if it’s short . LIVE by the whatever means you can and rejoice in those minutes , hours. And days you still have so may people around you that love and need you , they are your strength and you must be theirs . I am sorry if my words sound harsh thats  not what’s intended  and please  block me if I offend you as I totally understand my thoughts may not be seen positively . I just see your struggle , people’s kind words and encouragement but sometimes something more need to be said . Thinking of you both , from our little place of our own hell xxxx 

  • “Block me if I offend you” you say Kat.

    When I get that brittle I’ll stop the blog if I can’t read obvious and sensible suggestions, especially from experience.

    All I can say is…

    BLACK KNIGHT: 'Tis but a scratch.

    ARTHUR: A scratch? Your arm's off!

    BLACK KNIGHT: No, it isn't.

    ARTHUR: Well, what's that, then?

    BLACK KNIGHT: I've had worse.

    ARTHUR: You liar!

    BLACK KNIGHT: Come on, you pansy!

    So the tables are turned using words from a wonderful script — written when I was a fresh faced lad with any fears and worries.

    Thank you for the slap around the legs, I do need to buck my ideas up and get out of the rut I’m in.