Nothing much

One thing you learn when you’re incapacitated is a regard for small achievements. If you can get washed and dressed and downstairs in the morning, then you’ve done something worth doing; anything else is worthy of pride! So, this week I have managed to sit upright for, oh, over an hour at a time; I’ve walked round the Co-op (although The Bloke had to carry my shopping); I’ve had a shower. And that’s about it, really. I’ve found that the stronger painkillers I have make me sick, so I’ve given up on those; I’d rather be in pain than feel wretched. And oh, how I feel for those people who are in chronic pain that they know will never end! I have a target to look forward to, and my troubles are really nothing much.

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