the morning after

I'm awake and alive and have a lot to be grateful for -but ( and there is always a but isnt there) I think I would like to be a time travellor. Then I could travel forward in time to a different place. A place where my head didnt feel like it was going to drop off because it was too heavy for my shoulders and my chest didnt feel like it was trying to hide an ever expanding balloon… OK now I have got the grump out of the way, time to face the day
Michael came in again last night with scrabble and though I tried to concentrate, my heart and competitive spirit were just not in it. I'm starting to realise the insidious effects of endone. Pain relief is all well and good, but it saps energy from you and makes you nauseated. so on the whole I think I'm better to stick with good old panadol.
Peter Silburn has just been in reassurung me that all is going well. he has just "turned me up". the voltage that is. spparently,if you turn it up too soon, all hell reaks loose in your head and you start getting strange dyskinesias etc. Dont want to go there so I'll live with the slow and steady approach. He is very reassuring.