I’ve been working hard to try and stop blathering about back pain in this journal. As I no doubt have mentioned earlier – I’m sick of thinking about it so no doubt everyone else is sick of hearing about it. Which means I’ve basically not had anything of import or consequence to report for a number of weeks (other than bitching about my sister of course which I think was totally warranted).
I’ve managed to keep the pain bullshit to a minimum by cleverly not writing anything too early in the morning (because I won’t remember having written it) or too late at night (when I’m at my worst and unable to think of anything else) and definitely not after consuming alcohol… because some of those entries are really kinda special when I read back over them.
If only not thinking or seeing or doing something would cease it’s ability to exist.
PS – my back hurts