I got enough hours of sleep.  I avoided watching the cricket – lesson learned.  But I feel a bit rough now that I’m properly awake.

The length of sleep has been characterised by a series of interruptions.  The big one being the feeling of a tiny boxing glove somewhere deep in my right buttock tapping away at me.  No match winning punches, but an ongoing gentle thudding through the night.

Naproxen and paracetamol having limited effect, despite having been successful in previous nights.

I can’t quite get my head around what’s causing it.  Maybe the weak bones and the piriformis muscles are chatting unkindly to each other.  Perhaps I’ve just sat on my rear at an unusual angle and upset the bones.  Or maybe one of the “numerous little tumours” that live their lives down there is about to roar into life.

I just don’t know.  I resisted the temptation to play with motphine and amitriptyline as its a football day and I’m due to drive over the Pennines to pick Chris up later.

And being absolutely honest, it annoyed me, made me uncomfortable, but from a pain perspective has been really minor.

The problem is, a series of “pain” like this over an extended period can make me feel more than unwell.

Fingers crossed it will just go away.

Every Intention of Being Here Next Christmas …