Sunday, May 25, 2008


I was going to post a 4am but I knew you'd be asleep and I didn't want to wake you even though I was hurting and wide awake. Same at 5am. And 6am. Now it's just after 7 and I figure fuck it, you'll be awake soon anyway.

Last weekend we went to Thames and just before we came home, the Flatties worked a bit of their magic (oh twas heavenly) on me and my lower back pain was significantly reduced for 6 nights/mornings.

I think the lease on it must have expired because it's back (scuse pun) and back with a vengeance. Even overdoing the doing stuff shit on Wednesday didn't make a difference or maybe I'm paying for it now, but there are seriously some mornings (usually the ones like this morning where I can't stand up/walk/put my sox on) that the pain just drags me down into the Dark Place. Add to that a worsening in my legs and the extra spasticity and pain happening there, a sense of uselessness and being unneeded and I start thinking "Hurry up and grow up kids, Mummy needs to check out".


It's not like there's ever going to be much worth hanging around for, after all.

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