Pain. Inflammation. This article looks at the phenomena and connection in the brain regions. Those who suffer from chronic pain, regardless of causation and triggering factors, share a universal commonality – intensity of sensory experience, tenacity and sheer perseverance. The latter description emanates from the experiential, the palpable description of what is actually lived, outside of the neuroimaging labs inhabited by white coated researchers.
The last few days were ‘inflamed’ days.
I could wax morosely lyrical about this aspect, and issue forth an eloquent central global focus on the Life and Times of the Chronically Inflamed, but it fails to provide relief or respite (to me). Since this is my blog after all, I get to choose how and what I write, don’t I? Hence, I shall dwell on the little details, as my own mind feels comfortable doing, turning everything inside out, bottom up, and making secondary references to what is actually a primary pervading sensation of the day.
Fragmented reflections of humble luxuries.
On Friday, the highlight of the day was returning home to a sparkling clean kitchen! My good friend Rick had kindly volunteered to engage in a Jeevesian undertaking, and tackle the mess in my kitchen, while I was out attending a meeting in the city.
Yesterday’s star was a little fluffy person called Blanquita. Pup-sitting is fun with Blanquita. Rescued from a high-kill pound by my friend Maria, the little dynamite is a great example of one who has beat the odds, with a little help from providence and a very loving mum. The furball attacks life with spunk, gusto and derring-do, despite inherent handicaps of fear and anxiety. We have much to learn from our canine companions indeed. Lucy and Blanquita are amusing contrasts and juxtapositions of size (large and small), colour (black and white) and even personality. My girl is a strange combination of noble Samurai and stealthy Ninja, while little Blanquita reminds me of a Viking conquerer. Together, we set off to Lucy’s vet for Lucy’s monthly Zydax injection. The visit ended very pleasantly with both dogs receiving delicious treats from Dr. Ivor. We then meandered through the Paddington Markets, dropped by for more treats at Rupert&Dora, before heading home.
Today, amidst and despite swirling cloying tendrils of fever and pounding headache, I was treated to a sumptuous breakfast at Not Just Coffee by my long-suffering and kindly friend Rick. Of course, I ranted about my abject panic (a very logic-based alarm) about my current state of disrepair, mumbling about improbabilities juxtaposed with non-impossibilities. (Yes, you read it right – non-impossibilities.) Nosh was good. And I came home to that clean kitchen.
Intended to catch up with some work, but instead crashed into bed with the hound, utterly exhausted. Woken up by a text message from Rick – oups! I had forgotten about the bread! Kind Rick was charged with procuring a loaf of bread earlier in the day, and I was supposed to pick it up at 4.30pm. Rushed downstairs and to the ‘dog patch’ for the bread, and guess what? A little bite of luxury – fancy cheese! Us Aspies do not eschew all forms of surprise, in fact, some surprises are really very welcome indeed, especially when they involve good cheese!
I am now enjoying dinner and sharing a banana (also courtesy of Rick!) with my Attendant Attentive Angel, Miss Lucy. She lays in Sphinx position, eagerly awaiting each morsel of banana. The annoyance comes not from the neuropathic pain I am enduring, but a lone insistent and persistent buzzy fly that is wanting to partake of our feast. Nevertheless, it is good. I am blessed to have the little things.
Simple pleasures. Suspended moments. My mind takes little visual snapshots, and short mental video clips, sights, sounds, tastes, smells, of the scattered fragments. These are enchantments to me.