Woke up this morning feeling, well, quite good as far as it goes for me. Reduced pain, feeling OK, and generally alright. Then, about half an hour after Gemma went off to work, I get hit with what felt like a full on nuclear war going on inside my kidney!
''This sucks'' I thought to myself. So I tried watching some TV to take my mind off the pain. Nope, that didn't work. So I tried doing some housework. That lasted nearly two minutes before I felt so crappy IO thought I was going to pass out!
So off I trudge in search of that little black bag that I keep my ''emergency drugs'' in - oramorph, and some other not as potent but just as important meds that I use for the intense pain.
Now I have not needed the strong meds for about 3 weeks now, which is good going for me, so when I took them, I had to be careful as they normally hit me harder than usual. And wow, did they work well. It still hurts, but I just don't seem to care as much! However, if the pain gets much worse, I will have to think about making a journey 10 miles south to my local A&E (UK name for an ER) at the West Cumberland Hospital, Whitehaven.
Odd thing. I cant stand bright lights when I'm in pain, and it is such a beautiful day outside too.
Kuffing Fidneys.
(my typo's have been removed thanks to spell check. I struggled to figure out what some words meant as I ran it!)
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