Yesterday morning I woke in excruciating pain as I stepped out of bed.
The pain moves. Every day it is in the different area of my lower back. Down the legs one day, in the hip another day, in the other hip yet another day, or just in my lower back. How I walk depends on pain.
I have the Bent Double Old Crone Hobble. Or the Stiff Upright Penguin Walk. Or I can walk more or less normally with hardly any pain at all. I am using a stick.
This pain is very erratic. I never know what’s going to happen on rising in the morning or even on rising from where I have been sitting during the day. It’s a great pest. I’ve bloody had enough!
I’m not sure why yesterday morning I picked up the phone at 8 a.m. and phoned the surgery in the morning ‘race’ to get a doctor that patients nowadays have to endure. Instead of twenty people waiting in the queue, the receptionist or whatever she’s called answered the phone immediately. I think she was the same person that I had abused a few days ago (see last post.)
I discovered that ‘our doctor’ was on two weeks holiday (again). But I could see Dr XXX face to face at 3.15 pm. That was so extraordinary, so very unusual, so absolutely unheard of, that a deathly silence ensued from me.
It was a miracle.
It was as great a miracle as turning water into wine, or causing a blind man to see.
I have been struck dumb ever since.
Postscript. Dr XXX has won my undying admiration. He faced ME the whole consultation instead of continually typing on his computer. At one point he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, looking at me eyeball to eyeball over our masks and said “It’s SO exhausting being in pain all the time, isn’t it?”