I was laid on the settee busy tweeting about Maximus and work capability assessments, I was in pain but it was at a level I can handle which means just damn painful. I was keeping up with the protests and tweeting people, chatting with my daughter in between when
It hit, a pain that was different from any pain I have had before, in my right leg just below the knee and down into the foot, like lightning ripping my leg apart. I yelled out SHIT and then I’m sorry for using an expletive, I refrain from swearing because of my grandson but this just burst out of me as the pain tore through, it felt like my leg was being cut apart from the inside out, thousands of scalpels slicing my flesh.
My family stopped what they were doing and looked at me, I’m normally very strong, 6′ 4″ and 20 stone but now I was crying, the pain smacked me hard and reduced me to tears.
This went on for over three hours and now it’s distant like a cramp that leaves you still feeling it for the next day, I’m now sat here wondering when it will strike again, if it will strike again. This is another thing to add to the list of types of pain another thing that steps in to show me that things can get worse, I wish I could be more positive at the moment but I can’t, its most probably just because it’s felt like a long winter and winter does always feel like a battle. Spring is just around the corner, just being out in the garden with the sun on my face is great for lifting my mood.
So here’s to warmer days.
Until next time!