Except ...

Been waiting a while to get MRI results and discuss treatment strategy - meanwhile living on addictive painkillers.

Hospital appointment was this morning & Ali had taken the day off to go with me.

08:12 hrs - hospital rings to cancel - we'll be in touch to rearrrange. More waiting, more pain, more drugs, more depression ...

So now I'm an addict?

Though trying not to whinge too much, I'm getting quite concerned about the painkillers I'm taking -- the possibility of liver damage is one thing, but the addiction is another -- as is the lack of clear thinking. Till only another couple of weeks before I get to the next stage ...

It's so wearing

I've always known (intellectually, at least) that it isn't about the INTENSITY of pain, it's about it not going away: persistence, in other words.

I guess I'm really fortunate that this is my first experience of this, but - frankly - I've really had enough of this.

I've never (I think) been one to whinge about my health (ill or otherwise), but I'm not sure how much more of this I can take, plus the issue that the painkillers I'm takings are seriously addictive.

I badly need a break ...