Well it’s been a tough week that’s for sure. I thought I had come out the other side on the pain front last week after visiting my consultant but it turns out that was not the case. Put simply the pain came back and I ended up in Accident & Emergency at Worcester with unbearable pain.
At first thought I spent 3 hours there in great pain for little result, just 20ml of morphine and I left in as much pain as I arrived. However, that is not the whole story as basically they did fix me.
I got a lot of advice on how to hit the pain with the oramorph. Basically hit it and hit it again. And again. This is what we did back home and I got control of the pain. We kept on top of the pain.
Today we went to our local GP and we have switched to slow release morphine supplemented by oramorph. This was based on past use and the amounts I have taken recently. I score myself at 80/100 today against 20/100 yesterday. The score would be higher but I need to eat more, resolve my bowels better and feel less tired.
Fun is back in town though, even if it is just trying out a selfie pout. Anyone over 55 feel try to do better! Saying hello and writing a few words here is also an option that just wasn’t feasible. A return to work on Monday is something even my GP thinks can be done.
And then there is Lady P. What can I say? She puts on such a brave front, practical when called for, patient always, kind always, always there with a smile or a kiss and ready to make some fun. Sometimes this journey we are on is not a giggle but her endeavours are just amazing. I can say no more than that she is a new level of superhero in my mind riding high above Biggles, Bond and Elvis. Super P!
Anyway enough of my sentimental tosh, I’m sure it just gets too much sometimes. The salient point is that I feel so much better, I can see the important stuff in life again. I can get irritated by people’s spelling or grammar mistakes, or I would “of” done, if I didn’t want to “waist” my time doing so and then realise that actually, my grammar and spelling is only average at best, so pot and kettle etc.
(Ooh a GP has just revved and throbbed outside, it’s Mrs P back from shopping. Is it lunch or Chaper One of “Shades of Thunder Blue?”)