It’s
becoming increasingly difficult not to sound like a moaning wimp. It isn’t that
I feel much worse than has become my familiar norm and, I’ve frequently
experienced more excruciating aches and pains than at present, but it’s an overall
sense of feeling ‘off-colour’ that nags and gnaws at me for at least half of my
waking hours.
It’s
almost impossible to get used to those times when one suddenly experiences a
cloying, gut-wrenching, nauseating giddiness, and sudden change from warm to
cold skin as the colour can almost be felt draining away from ones face.
Sometimes the overall sense of queasiness persists for only a few minutes,
before the healthier glow returns, at other times the period of dis-ease is
much more prolonged.
The
spastic colon & diverticular disease randomly asserts itself, with little
regard to whether I’ve maintained a regular dose of anti-spasmodic pills
(mebeverine) but, fortunately the ppi’s (lansoprazole) function reasonably well
in curbing the worst excesses of gastro-oesophageal reflux (although there are
some days when, come bedtime, I still require a dose of antacids.
On a
positive note, I’ve suddenly realized that up to this point no mention has been
made of the painful aches in the upper limbs (not infrequently emanating from
the armpit) as these are currently adequately controlled by doses of tramadol.
So, I conclude on a note of gratitude once again; if only the flow of thanksgiving
could overwhelm the woes that flesh is heir to!
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