Post 329: Fair Weather but Pain Worsening
Even watching Silent Witness isn’t enough to distract me from the spear of pain going from back to front on my right side.
I hope I’m going to be okay for the holiday.
With the cat fed and my Darling upstairs catching some more zzz’s I was left to my own devices.
And if we forget the back pain for a moment I had a good day chasing the sun around the conservatory in my pants — not a pretty sight.
It was so hot even with the door open, my sun-worshipping associate Mr Vicious was also feeling the heat from time to time, with trips outside for a much-needed cool down.
It was one of those days that was my own.
If it wasn’t for my back a trip to the cinema would have been on the cards for the new Pixarfilm Hoppers. We’ve been looking forward to it for a while now but there’s no way my Darling was going to take me in my current condition.
So sadly that will have to wait.
Instead I limited myself to cleaning the silver — my Darling’s necklaces and earrings.
The cleaning solution was brand new and worked fantastically, so the job was easy and made such a difference.
I thought I’d better clean my gold necklace too but that needed a different tub of chemical liquid.
With that done I could return to my sun-worshipping mate and my sun-worshipping chair.
I was surprised that I could still get in and out of it. Maybe it was a bit of bloody-mindedness too.
But I had a ball in the solar heat.
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Last night I had two glugs of morphine to help me rest. I’ll probably have to do the same tonight.
I’m not even sure the pain is going to go away in time for the trip to Dorset.
The future feels a bit bleak.
To be honest that’s about it for the day.
We had dinner early in the afternoon and I went up to bed at 4pm and slept until 8.
I didn’t want any food so I stayed in bed and watched TV until 10pm when I closed my eyes again.
By midnight I needed a bit of help with the pain and had another glug was had to get me back off to sleep.
This rest and sleep isn’t refreshing me so I don’t really know what to do.
Perhaps I’ll just have to see if a rise in the morphine levels during the day might be best to get us some peace.
I’m sorry this is such a dreary old diary of pain. I’m sure this is not helping any reader today.
Perhaps I’ll wake refreshed and ready to face Mothering Sunday.
I know it’s not my day.
I just don’t want to let my Darling down.
Sleep well.
