Having just spent a very difficult week in a shit load of pain, I am back out in the garden and planting three new plants. Why I do things that I know cause me pain?
I expect this can sound strange to some people, some will think that I am bloody crazy and other *rolls eyes* will see this and make a judgement that I can’t really be in that much pain!
The past week has been rough, I had been out in the garden last weekend and did some weeding and planted some plants and it caused a big old flare up.
The pain levels were f**king awful and before I was like this, those levels of pain would have had me heading to A&E screaming my nut off.
Low pain levels for me are, well if we have to use the pain scores the hospitals use then about a 3 and that is very good, I am happy with that!
They usually hover around that and push right up to where I just don’t know what to do with myself and yes I now have that song floating around in my head.
If I don’t do anything, the pain levels fluctuate anyway, trust me, I have tried and tried over the years.
I love being out in the garden, I get a great deal of satisfaction from it and we have turned this plot that was mainly lawn into a garden!
And we are not finished.
People dream of winning the lottery and buying a big house or a car that has a price tag that is offensive but I would love nothing more than to stay here until the day that I die.
We rent, we have been here about 8 years and we have another 4 as we know the landlord plans to sell and yes people may say we are mad for doing what we have with the garden but it has given me as well as pain, a lot of enjoyment.
So I will continue to cause myself pain by gardening, it may seem crazy to some but for me it is my sanctuary and if I over do it whilst weeding, well then you will find me having a snooze wherever I happen to be!