Sometimes it’s hard to decide what to sit down and complain about.
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I went for a walk on Thursday, half an hour over to where my friends live and back. It felt good to do. My left foot didn’t hurt at all. It’s truly amazing how much more free you are without pain. It feels almost as though I’ve had a whole year wasted by this trapped nerve. Maybe more; I’ve issues presenting consistently with Morton’s neuroma for half my life, but there’s a possibility it was part of the same entrapment all along.
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I wonder whether I was self-medicating with sugar. I think I’ve had less in the way of urges for biscuits the past few weeks, since the nerve was released. There’s an evolutionary survival logic to the body detecting a loss of mobility and firing up the instinct to pack on easy calories. I don’t know if there’s any science to that. I do know that sugar’s a mild analgesic, so it’s normal to seek it out in response to pain.
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There are private migraine specialists. As with the foot pain this year, and my tonsillectomy two years ago, my life will be improved by ponying up the cash to get my body fixed. It feels sort of rotten, as thought I’m feeding the healthcare privatisation beast, but just sitting and hurting and wishing the NHS hadn’t been strip-mined for my entire adult life isn’t going to help anybody.
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I really should give some blood. Been putting it off long enough and flu season is around the corner, so I should do it before getting juiced with flu vaccine. If it time it right I can ride the bus home with my girlfriend.
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Flu vaccine’s gone up to twenty bloody quid this year!
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At least I can get a flu vaccine this year.
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