Sunday develops a list
The weekend that will never be remembered as a classic, unless you count disaster as such.
Stomach drama; every night, round the same time; an inconvenient number at 2.30 - 3.00 am, a time more suited to sleep. The stomach and I have history. A product of too much of the good life when I was younger. These new aches and discomfort do not get soothed by anything; Mylanta, nope, Enos, nope, various anti spasmodic, nope, just nothing happening.
Spend daytimes trying to figure what's happening in the evening, blaming everything, changing everything.
Friday night a major one. Big pain. Big enough to kill the nights sleep. We have work the next day. No drama, other than tiredness because we work our own hours.
Stagger through Saturday by cutting a job and adding it to Sunday.
Sunday, both final jobs done, looking good, no stomach drama. Until 3.00 am again; this time it's a record breaking pain, nothing will touch it. Eventually, around 5.00 am I am at the hospital, paying vast money to be seen by someone.
Blood tests, every type of examination possible. Conclusion - could be something to do with food, maybe some hangover from not moving about enough, just sitting in front of a screen all day waiting for the time to get up and get this shoulder thing going.
Cure? None. Relief? Yeh, we can do that - lay back here and get a morphine shot and that will take the pain away. Sure did. Oh, yes indeed.
Released from the ward, having had no sleep, at 8.00 am and home to get into a decent bed, sleep it off, still a delicious hangover of sorts from the morph, but not enough to write a book about.
Conclusion? Reduce, overall, the massive amounts of medication prescribed for me, and faithfully taken for more than a decade now. reduce it and see what happens.
That's what we're doing this week. Reduction. The local pool is closed, it's school holidays and I have nothing better to do than hang about while I drop of this regime of medication, interested to see what the outcome is.
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