My life revolved around tablets. Tablets to deal with pain, tablets to deal with inflammation and tablets to deal with affects of tablets. I was taking 27 tablets a day. It was insane.
Remembering which to take, when, how often and sometimes if I had in fact taken the required dose already involved a lot of time opening packets and jars and spreading them out before me whilst I tried to keep count.
My mind was in a fog and still my body was caught in a vice of pain. Eventually the Dr. prescribed Cortisone, a steroid that seemed to cut the agony, for a while it worked. I didn’t realise what a dark alley that would become.
Good news arrived that after 2 and a half years of waiting, my appointment with the pain specialist had come through. The bad news however that it had come at a time when the country was in the depths of the worst flooding on record.
We kept a firm eye on the news channel, the internet and asked around monitoring the chances of being able to keep the appointment. Heaven only knew when we might get seen again. As the day arrived we were told that although still water covered the road was passable to the town. It wasn’t, or rather the road we had taken wasn’t as we waded through water after having to abandon the car.
Still we made it to the hospital on time, with plenty of time it turned out. We sat in the waiting room glowering at each other, soaked through to the bone watching the hands on the clock move around for an hour and a half after the appointed time. I could barely think with the agony.
After finally being shown into the consulting room, I could tell the specialist was in a giddy mood. Not that I could see him, but I could hear him. He was swanning up and down the corridor, flirting with nurses and actually giggling whilst making them coffee. Discomforting to witness in any full grown man let alone a trained professional that had taken years to meet.
He swept in grabbed my scan results, I don’t even think he took the time to sit down and with these very words said “Ah, you should think yourself lucky, you do not have cancer of the spine so it won’t kill you but the life time of pain might.” and then he laughed!
I was stunned.
He garbled that he would send out an appointment for a botox injection and he would see me then. And then he was gone, 10 years of agony dismissed in 30 seconds.
My partner had to stop me going after him. Chronic pain may had left me in bits but at that moment I certainly felt fit to kill.
To be Continued…