Just a vague dull irritating ache throughout torso
and limbs, feeling as if a detached “I” was looking on pityingly. For the past
couple of days this seems to have been my exhaustingly shattered state of
being, an exhaustion of mind and body, almost as if it’s payback for forcing
myself out of bed after a mere 11 hours of intermittent unrefreshing sleep.
I expect,
and reluctantly accept, those cloying nausea inducing aches and pains, seemingly
emanating from cervical and axillary lymph nodes. Familiarity has also enabled
me to accept the more erratically intermittent acute pains in joints and
muscles, which pain-killers can control to some degree. Even the gnawing, discomforting, symptoms of
IBS never seem quite as disconcerting as this seepage of hollow ache which
seemed to embrace both psyche and soma.
Today, I at least feel awake and, I’ve managed to
prepare a kedgeree for our main meal as well as a gently peppered chicken,
peppers and mushroom casserole for Sunday and Monday’s lunch time. My halo has
been polished once more. I’ve got to admit though that the slightly warmer
weather does me no favours in terms of stamina; I only wish its enervating
effect could be transformed into true relaxation, serving to ensure some long
needed refreshing sleep.
At least I’ve managed in recent weeks to enjoy BBC4’s
excellent coverage of Cardiff
