The spaces between

I’ve had better weekends.

Saturday was a lost cause apart from getting coffee.  I can’t even explain how it happened; one minute I was completely fine, and the next I was in Boots and it was so hot and it was all I could do to not scream because suddenly the pain was overwhelming.

It was all I could do to get home and into bed, nearly getting sick in the process.  If I had to try and explain it, it was like having a migraine on top of my normal headache.  I was at a 9 on the pain scale, and nothing was touching it.  (Not that I actually have anything that’s useful.)

All I could do was to lay there and drift.  I couldn’t handle light, but audio was fine, so I was able to listen to the game.  After, I drifted again, my mind filtering pros and cons of Lyrica (could it even be any worse than this?) and pros and cons of other . . . things.  It’s amazing what you can bargain for and pray for to get the pain to just stop.

It’s the spaces between the pain, between the times that are like this past Saturday that are becoming fewer.  And sometimes those spaces are the recovering from the pain, like it’s caused a hangover effect (i.e yesterday) where nothing got done and I was awake until 4 this morning. (Making it difficult once again to get things done.)

Sometimes those spaces between are focused and driven and on task and on plan.  But most of the time, they are spent hoping that it won’t happen again.


  1. 15/04/2013 / 22:14

    Sorry to hear about all the pain over the weekend. I hope you are feeling better!

    • 17/04/2013 / 22:00

      Thank you. 🙂 I do feel better, and haven’t had a relapse of it at all which is good.

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