I didn't want to go out. Didn't want to look out Christmas decorations. Didn't want to eat. Just didn't want to bother. I found myself weeping at odd times...like on the bus, sitting on the prom..What was amiss ?
The weight was dropping off me, I felt anxious, agitated, lethargic, unhappy. I thought the disease I've controlled for years was getting the better of me. A trip to the IBD clinic at the Victoria Hospital. Blood tests, samples. The lot !
Bad thoughts. Might I have to have surgery? Would I ever go hillwalking again ? How would I cope being alone ? Ghostly, ghastly thoughts.
I found the culprit ! A month or so ago I'd been prescribed a rubbing gel with a small dose of Ibuprofen, which I applied in the evening to a swelling on my femur. Two days ago I stopped taking it and I've been transformed. No more ghostly, miserable,anxious thoughts.
Ah ! The ghosts we conjure up. They join us on those dark, long, lonely nights of winter. Be gone I say ! ( Hopefully they have ).
Days like this
Nobody told me there'd be days like this-
Days of loneliness and sorrow.
Nobody warned me that I'd have days like this,
When I'd long for a better tomorrow.
Nobody versed me in these feelings-
These days of being alone again.
No one prepared me for these 'down' days
When glorious sunshine seems like rain.
Not one person offered this advice-
That sometimes I'd feel so low.
No, no one mentioned the possibilities
That these feelings could be so.
Now, I offer this advice to one and all-
Be prepared to feel alone.
Some days might be full of sorrow,
But tomorrow those fears will have flown.
Season's Greetings All.
Thanks for reading my rambles , Kath.
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