Good very early morning readers.
It seems an age since I addressed you at 3:32 in the morning but here I am and no, it’s not the steroids, they don’t start until next week this is just yet another unfortunate event in the history of my ‘autumn of ill.’
As you know I have always hated autumn – well now I will associate it not only with going back to school but with enduring a string of health glitches that, were it not for my much admired good humour would PISS ME OFF me off almost as much as those years of hated and pointless hard labour. Yes, I am getting WELL FED UP and I suspect so are the health professionals tasked with keeping my motor running.
So I have strained a muscle in my upper back. Not a big deal you say, and so say I, but it has coincided with the break in my chemo regime as one drug kicks out and another kicks in. Accordingly, the cancer takes delight in reminding of its persistence by bothering me with lower back pain, much to be expected with myeloma, that’s what you get when it wakes up to smell the coffee but the combination of the two back pains slugging it out for ‘who can hurt most’, is sufficient to prevent me sleeping, not entirely but REALLY IRRITATINGLY.
Anyway after enduring a few nights of waking up, getting up, trying to read, going downstairs, making blistering hot water bottles to lie on (they give relief), persuading the cat to join me on the scalding settee and stop moaning about his need for a pre dawn snack, watching bleak German TV (with subtitles – the last one was about a young fisherman who falls in love with his teacher, they canoodle in a hut on a deserted Baltic island, she tries to call the whole thing of but (worried about losing her job) falls off another boat when out for a jolly , gets cremated, planned burial at sea, he follows the burialing boat in his fishing boat, overcome by grief segueyed by a sudden enthusiasm to join her in the afterlife so jumps in the sea to canoodle with her anew). In the morning I give the hospital a ring and tell them of my strife and hopefully persuade them to prescribe some stronger painkillers.
The same registrar that last time gave me mega antibios for my persistent cold has given me morphine (oramorph) for my back ache. I was expecting us to progress sedately up the list of possible analgiesigs ( sorry I really can’t be bothered to figure out how to spell at 2 in the morning) but it seems she is unafraid of the sledgehammer approach so here I am waiting for that nirvana effect that only a decent opioid can deliver – it is an opioid isn’t it – was it the one Sherlock Holmes got addicted to? Feeling quite 19th century and decadent – Tara c