You know how it is.Â When someone has sliced you open and stitched you back together again, and you wake up hoping that the morphine shot is yet to come (it was), you can’t imagine a time when you won’t be in considerable pain.
I’m here to tell you that there is light at the end of the tunnel!
Up there, you will see a couple of the sheets of paper I was using to keep track of my various painkillers.Â When you have three different kinds, all to be taken at different intervals, and two of them are opiates, you’ll find you can’t rely on memory.Â Oddly enough, memory, along with concentration and coherence, take a holiday – and you may find you get a brief visit from Mr Hallucination.
Anyway – the lilac sheet on the left charts my drug use on the first few days after surgery.Â The columns run from right to left for some reason, best known to my doped up self, and possibly the pharmacists among you.
The sheet on the right is from Thursday and Friday of this week.Â See the difference? Remarkable, isn’t it?
OK. it’s not me that’s improved, not as such, just the dependence on pharmaceuticals and the slow advance of the healing process.
You see, on another level, I’ve deteriorated.Â No iGallop, no treadmill, and precious little dog-walking, combined with comfort eating and falling asleep at the drop of a hat has meant that the pounds are piling on.
Oh, well.Â I guess that’s taken care of my New Year’s resolution, huh?