Why don’t
they come and release the clamps … why don’t they come and RELEASE THE CLAMPS?
Stupid thing is there aren’t any clamps and, even if there were, there’s no-one
around to free me from them. I’m just slowly recovering from one of those all
too familiar attacks where throbbing aches and pains in upper arms, wrists,
elbows, knees and ankles arrive in an apparently choreographed simultaneity.
It’s not
that I’d been doing too much either; I arose from my un-refreshing sleep at
around 10.15am, had a small breakfast and browsed a newspaper (online) for
about fifteen minutes and then just sat, stroked the dog and made a little fuss
of him, before venturing out into the big wide-world. At around 1.15pm I was
chauffeured into town, by ma belle Helen, to browse and purchase one or two DVDs
for my birthday, utilizing a voucher received (on my birthday) a few weeks ago.
The
purchasing venture proved successful and, we were back at home within an hour
from stepping out. Judging by the greeting received from Piper, our delightful
canine boy, you’d have thought we had been away for days; frantic tail wags,
barks of delight and excited bodily contortions were all part of his display
menu.
Shortly
after our return home I prepared dinner for Helen and myself, one of my own
recipes, a Kedgeree cum Byriani. The meal proved most satisfactory, after which
I relaxed a while, listening to Bruckner’s 7th Symphony (compliments
of Radio 3). After this relaxation interlude, I began to feel uncomfortably
exhausted and, hints of the painful bodily niggles were already apparent. I
went to recline on the larger sofa, with the intention of watching a DVD but, by
now, the niggles were intensifying and a dose of tramadol was in order.
Next
thing, I was having to curl up, arms stretched between my legs, legs randomly
(and arbitrarily) thrown over the back of the sofa and, of necessity my upper
arms clamped tightly to my torso. By this time, the discomfort in my toes,
feeling as if my socks were applying an excruciating pressure to the knuckles
of these digits, had also kicked in. I think I managed to view the first twenty
minutes of the DVD before having to clamp my face tightly against the sofa back.
Elements
of these nausea inducing, expletive demanding, symptoms are almost a daily occurrence
at present although, I must admit, were of a slightly more disconcerting
intensity this afternoon. Spending more than a quite limited time using a
laptop, or holding a newspaper or book, regularly induces a squirm inducing
discomfort in armpits, elbow and wrists but, although I enjoy playing and
wrestling with words, I find it virtually impossible to describe the nature of
these swift onset aches pains and nauseating discomforts. These invisible
disabilities / infirmities are a real pain in the … (fundament?)!
