As I lay engulfed in pain, codeine, paracetamol ibuprofen and voltarol my best friends by my side.
I am grateful for the things in life that bring me the greatest joy.
My family cheer me up each and every day.
Just passing by for a cuppa they all say.
Deep down they surely know how much it means to me, thirty minutes of the day my mind and body are carefree.
A warm bath, radox in, heat patches upon my skin.
The warm water is high, covers my body, the muscle soak leaves my limbs loose and my mind woolly.
Like a drug induced high I feel relaxed and elated, the pain temporarily sedated.
Cushions piled high behind my back, in one position they can't remain.
Move them repeatedly, change their formation searching, searching for the right mix.
Then get it just right and keep it fixed.
Go the walk-in centre people say, meaning well but not today.
I can't walk to the walk-in centre is the only reply I can say.
Looking around whilst on my bed, words flowing through my head.
I am grateful for all that I've got, grateful for my lot.
I've had this before and I'll have it again, whilst it's here the pain drives me insane BUT it's only temporary, it will go away and therefore I can honestly say for that I am truly grateful.
Probably brought from a combination of Running and picking up the grandchildren, neither of which I am willing to give up just yet, so likelihood is it will happen again.