Pain Management

 Not a blog, but a vlog for you, in which I discuss pain management and the options my GP offered me.

 

Friendship

 If there’s one thing I’ve really missed about my life it’s this: long-lasting friendships.

Let me explain. If you’ve followed my blog over the past few years you might remember when I wrote about my time at Cromer High School, about the problems I faced after my mother passed away in 1983, about how I was bullied and how I’ve suffered from mental health problems off and on ever since then.

At the time it was determined by “those in the know” that the best thing for me was to move schools from Cromer to North Walsham High School. When that didn’t work out I was moved to the North Walsham Senior Tutorial Centre, a place where kids who had problems were sent to. I lasted there for a couple of years before I was sent back to Cromer High to end my schooling, an end which couldn’t have come soon enough for me.

Being shunted around made it difficult to maintain any kind of friendship. I lost touch with the people I grew up with, guys I first met at infants school and ended up with at the high school for the first couple of years. There were quite a few people I thought of as good friends at the time, and quite a few others I would quite happily avoid if given the chance.

Ever Fallen in Love With Someone?

Have you ever fallen in love with someone? Who am I kidding? Everyone’s fallen in love with someone at some point in their lives, haven’t they? Even me.

Sure, there were women over the years that I knew that I found attractive. But it wasn’t until about twenty-odd years ago that I actually met someone and thought that this could possibly be it.

She was everything I wanted in a woman. She was beautiful, charming, witty, intelligent, and I got on with her like a house on fire. We flirted with each other, we had our fair share of banter, and people could see that I was really, really interested in her.

Imagine If Football Management Was Like Retail Management

Imagine if being a football manager was like “real life”, if you know what I mean. Imagine if being a football manager was like managing a large department store or a large supermarket.

Think about it. You're a regular player for your team and you hear from a team-mate that your manager is leaving and that one of his underlings is taking over on a temporary basis. Then, while you’re on the pitch on Saturday afternoon, three-nil up against your local rivals, you see a bloke in the dugout that you’ve never seen before, and towards the end of the match one of your team-mates tells you that he’s the new manager.

My Worst Moment of 2024

So as 2024 draws to a close I’m thinking about what the worst moment of the year was. Was it the seemingly endless array of hospital and GP appointments I attended? The constant pain I’ve found myself in since my illness and operation in 2023? Losing my job and the support network it provided at a time when that support network was needed more than ever?

Nope. For me the worst moment in 2024 was losing Tinker. Her passing didn’t hit me hard because it was unexpected, or because she was at a relatively young age. It hit me like a ton of bricks because of what she did for me.

A Sudden Aversion to Christmas Songs

A few weeks ago, with the help of Wikipedia, I made a few Christmas playlists on Spotify. The playlists contained songs from the seventies and eighties that had made a dent on the UK charts. The usual suspects were there, all arranged neatly in chronological order.

This morning I decided to try and get into the Christmas spirit a little, so after I got out of the shower I connected my phone to my Bluetooth speaker and fired up the playlist, but when the songs began the music didn’t achieve the effect I’d originally envisioned.

The Festivus Airing of Grievances 2024

So today is Festivus, the holiday for the rest of us. If you do not know what the hell I’m talking about then either Google it or dig out your old Seinfeld box set.

Anyway, it is a Festivus tradition that one should air their grievances to their family and friends. If I were to do that it would probably take me an age, and if some of my family (and I use that word loosely) are reading this they are probably getting ready to leave a comment here. They can feel safe in the knowledge that this grievance is not aimed at them. It is aimed at a company, one of the many I’ve been employed by during my working life.

You see, if you’ve been reading this blog you’d know that about nine months ago I lost my job because of my ongoing health problems, mainly because I couldn’t provide a date for when I’d be able to return to work.

December 13th

December 13th, 2024. It’s that time of year again when my thoughts turn to someone who is no longer, because it was forty-one years ago today that my Mum passed away at the age of 53. I was just 12 years old when this happened.

I’ve found myself thinking about her, and about Dad, a hell of a lot over the past eighteen months, particularly when I was in hospital. As I approached my 52nd birthday I really thought that I could be heading down the same road she did.

I also found myself thinking about how Mum and Dad would have handled my being in that situation. I quickly came to the conclusion that was a daft thing to think about. If they had been alive I have no doubt that they would have been fussing over me and making sure everything was okay because, simply put, they were my Mum and Dad, and that was what they did.

I've Got Some Nerve

I know what you’re thinking, it’s been two days since his hospital appointment and he still hasn’t told us how he got on. I have been busy you know, looking for a new jacket on eBay and ordering cuddly versions of Krampus and the Grinch for my Christmas display.

So here goes. For the third time in three weeks I ventured to the big hospital to see someone I hadn’t seen since last year, the surgeon who operated me. If you’ve been reading the stuff I put on here you’d know that the cardiology team suggested getting in touch with the thoracic team because I was still in a great deal of pain from my diaphragm repair and chest drain operations last year.

I was more than surprised to get an appointment with them just a few days after I contacted them, but then again, given what I went through last year perhaps it shouldn’t be such a surprise.

So I Made It To 53

Those that know my family's history will also know how the number 53 is a pretty big and dramatic number for some, especially considering those we lost when they reached that age.

I really thought that I'd be joining them this time last year as I lay in hospital stitched up, taped up, tubes in various parts of my body, with so many needles having been jabbed into me and feeling pain the likes of which I never want to feel again.

The truth is I'm still nowhere near a hundred percent, but getting so many birthday wishes means a lot to me, and I will gladly take that support with me when I'm back in hospital for further treatment soon.