More pain

When I started writing my last blog entitled “Pain”, I knew there was far too much to mention in one go, if the truth be told, I could probably write ten on the same subject and still wouldn’t run out of material, no matter what your age, we all suffer, just on different levels. The key is learning how to best manage it, I’m not a huge fan of painkillers and believe that to take them on a regular basis is futile, you sort of become immune and so when you really need help, they don’t touch the sides. Quite often with an injury, pain is there to remind you rest is required and not to over do it, rather than masking and doing more damage. It’s probably not a good idea for me to write this right now as I don’t think I’ve been hurting as much for a long time and as anyone knows, it can make you arsey and not prone to much humour, I’ll probably look back in a few weeks and delete it.

Sometimes we feel the need to bring to the attention of others, the fact that we’re suffering a little bit, not necessarily for sympathy, but to give a heads up to any short response that might be coming their way, this isn’t always successful, especially if you mention it to someone like my mam. If I’m ever struggling more than normal and happen to comment that my legs are really bad today, instead of saying something like, “Oh I’m sorry to hear that”, or “I hope you feel better soon”, the standard response she gives is, “I know, tell me about it”. It would be nice just once for her to acknowledge I’m feeling a bit shit and to not immediately make it about her, I’m constantly asking how she is, maybe just a bit of understanding for once. The reason I try to give her a warning, is usually a vain attempt to explain that I’m a bit slower than normal and not to moan at me, especially when I try to sit down on her sofa without making the arm creak cos I’ve leaned on it more than normal. For some people, the pain factor becomes a challenge and want to make sure they out trump you, for others it’s having no interest or understanding on the suffering someone else is going through while for some, it’s both. Because of the negativity from my mother, I try really hard to listen and understand when people tell me about theirs.

I’ve got a few friends who just recently have had pain for various reasons and I’ve tried to make a point of checking in on them and asking how they are, it doesn’t take up too much of my time, but everyone likes to feel that someone cares, as a wise man once said “It’s the little things”. I realise this isn’t the most entertaining of my blogs and is slightly depressing, but if it leads to just one person picking up the phone and asking a friend how they are, then it’s been worth writing. For me, I just need to try and find a way to live with the extra hurt, obviously alcohol’s gonna help, right now I don’t give a toss about the weight loss, I’ll get back on it when I have it under control, massage booked in for next week, perhaps that will bring me a happy ending to the pain relief, …………take your mind out the gutter!