A day of miracles and wonder

Today for the first time in months one woke up feeling... unbelievably good. It felt like the body was firing on all cylinders. If there had been more time one would have hauled on running shoes and trotted round the block. Well if it hadn't been raining and the lungs wouldn't have ended up screaming after the first ten paces... it's been a while since the last gym visit because of the pain.

Scampering off to work, clutching a fresh bit of home baking (courtesy of His mother) for the work colleagues' morning tea, one realised just how much pain one has actually been in. And for how long it has been there. Sometimes we need the absence of pain to actually notice how much of it we were in... a high pain tolerance isn't always a good thing. As evidenced by that sprained ankle last year... the ankle that one small slave was back working on the next week...

Anyway the cause of all this happiness you may be wondering? Ah the miracles of modern medication... in this case an aggressive anti-inflammatory. Something one was somewhat reluctant to take not only because of its known side effects, but because... well one wasn't in that much pain.

Well not all the time at any rate...

Admittedly there were times one couldn't get a bra off unaided and there was the matter of the three hour naps after lunch.

But really the pain wasn't bad...

Not difficult...

Not!

But one was only too happy to get home and rustle in the tinfoil, hunting the nights capsule, by the time one got home.

See the trouble with the absence of pain is that you notice it when it comes back L