Yesterday I had loads of plans. I was going to wait for some comics to be delivered, then a quick jaunt down the road to the SECC for MCM Scotland to check it out, and mayb e even pick up some deals. Those plans changed around 11am when I had a jolting spasm up my back, which for the last three years or so is something I’m used to, but this literally fucked me up. I dropped a couple of paracetamol and lay down for half an hour before expecting the drugs to kick in which would let me make the short journey to the convention.
Except the pain got worse, plus I was unable to actually move. Yeah, the drugs kicked in easing things somewhat but I felt like I’d been given a kicking that wasn’t going to end. Again, I tried getting up but again, no joy as everything from the chest down was in agony, so I thought ”fuck it”, and took a couple of solpadol (yes I know this was risky) to make myself functional so I could go out. The solpadol did ease the pain but my right hip was now not really functioning so I couldn’t get out of bed, so I’ll give it another half hour I thought.
Around 3pm I came to realing the day was more or less gone and that although the pain was less now, my right hip and leg felt useless, and upon trying to get up I struggled to make it to the couch, let alone the kitchen to make something to eat, or even a cup of tea, but I struggled a bit and managed to sit down trying to chill out and focus on something.
See there’s the thing about chronic pain; it fucks your life up & the knowledge it isn’t going away isn’t fun either so you get fed up because what should have been a fun day at a comic convention picking up cheap deals and running into friends turned into a day of agony and discomfort. I’m fed up of it but hey ho, this is the new normal I need to actually adjust to maybe someday.
On the other hand yesterday did send me down a YouTube rabbit hole so I now know everything there is to know about the Manchester Pusher who is not what you think it might be…