Wednesday, 3 September 2014
Not Such a Tough Cookie
Back in the 90's I worked in Disability Rights, I would help people fill out Disability Living Allowance forms, or if they came to us because they had been turned down I would go to the Tribunal with them to appeal.
I would first ask them to go through their day for me, from getting up in the morning to going to bed at night. There were so many people in constant pain with no hope of it getting better. I thought to myself, how do they live with it? How do they get out of bed everyday knowing they would be in pain all day, and get up the next day and do it all again. It was humbling. The human spirit is incredible.
I didn't take the Tramadol yesterday as it was messing with my head By 2 o'clock this morning I was crying with pain, and believe me I am a stubborn old cow who doesn't let a lot beat me, but I was beaten. I took the Tramadol.
This morning I couldn't move with the pain. To add to my distress there is a spider who has taken up residence on the ceiling light over the bed. It was lowering itself down almost to the bed, then climbing up again. It is taunting me. I hate that spider.
I am waiting for a call from the doctor about pain relief. I will be feeling better later, and there will be some smiley faces again.