Was planning on doing this post last week. Every day I am happy with things.
Today I am happy that I have missed my daughter playing football… The neurosurgeon was happy after sticking his digit up my bum enough. Happy enough that the MRI scan on my spine can be put off to morning.
All the doctors and nurses want me to take pain killers. And lots of them. I have morphine, codeine and paracetomol at home, and have not taken any. They want me in overnight “dosed up on pain meds” before surgeon comes in.
And guess what?
No way they’re giving me any of their scourge of the earth drugs.
I will ring the tattooist. Getting tattoos done removes some pain.
Focus. Ritalin. Stat.