The weather is getting to me again… My hands are tingling with pins and needles, mixed with tiny but very powerful and painful electric shocks. My fingertips are especially painful, as is a small space at the bottom of my right thumb joint.
Of course, that’s not all it is, but right now it’s marginally the most painful and uncomfortable to endure. Otherwise there’s various neuropathic issues, from ice-cold feet to deep electic-lightening and achy-like deep buzzing around various places like my neck and hips and shoulders. Even my eyelashes and hair feel like they’ve been plugged in to an unrestricted electrical current.
The thing is that I’m trying to watch the damn tennis, and it’s making it really difficult! I have my 42-inch screen split between 2 matches via my PC – one with Murray, the other with Nadal. And I’m playing with my iPad (or I was, before trying to write this, anyway…). Trying to do all that whilst, well… everything… hurts, is hard. So I’m annoyed…! It’s Wimbledon, for crying out loud!
This is supposed to be the summer… I’m wondering if someone forgot to email the weather here in North Wales… The temperature has gone down, the isobars are back on the floor again (about 1011mb straight down from being in the 1020s), and once again I get to be controlled by the weather – but I’m trying really hard not to be!
To make matters worse, this morning I had to get a mountain of paperwork together for a new PIP (re)assessment – I told them I was worse, so five months later they finally want to check that’s actually true… I have two plastic wallets filled to the brim (if they had brims, which they don’t) with letters, paperwork, and a personal statment that’s 14 pages long detailing everything – so they can’t say I didn’t tell them. And I’m still wondering if I’ve got everything I need, and whether they want all the old stuff as well.
I think I’ve just put literally everything and then some in there, so hopefully everything they want is in there. But at least that’s out of my hair now. It’s on Wednesday (it’s Monday today), at 3:40pm – and I checked, the isobars are up so I’m not going to be completely dead by the time I get there.
There’s a fair chance I’ll manage at least some full sentences whilst I’m speaking with the annoying fruitloop that will be undoubtedly in charge of my fate with these people. But that will be after quite a long journey to get there… because they just love to send you places you haven’t got a hope in hell of getting to, just so they can get you out of their hair on a rubbish technicality…
Oh, and to follow this joyous occasion that will probably leave me wanting to chew my own head off, I then have to see the physio on Thursday, the next day.
Then on Saturday I long jaunt to see my lovely sister in Southport… I’ll enjoy it whilst I’m there but I’ll probably not appreciate the long journey! I hope that will at least end my week on a nicer note!
Oh the fun that awaits me this week…!