I woke up thinking about how I have changed. I have changed so much. I am a morning person and love an early start to get my thoughts together and to enjoy the stillness before the day begins. I love nothing more than to be busy with a hobby or project. Now I am struggling to do anything. Sleep is a slippery companion. I am mostly in pain or on the edge of being in pain; a cough, even a yawn can set off a reaction which twists my waist and drives the pain further.
So I make it through each night with intermittent sleep. I don't mind that so much but its the days that drive me mad. I barely get things done because of distractions due to pain and posture.
It's my relationships that suffer too. I don't get out and I don't do much. I feel like a stranger to my children. Their lives don't include me. I don't blame them anyway any contact with me is honestly boring by any standards (never mind a teenager) .
"Enough of the woe is me", I hear you say. You are undoubtedly correct to make this remark. My defence is that I am trying to give the account of my experience in the chair as this was the purpose of my blog in the first place. Also, to be fair, I am concerned at the amount of time I waste dealing with the consequences.
My mind remains active and I am developing 2 ideas into products which I hope to put into test soon.
