Why I sigh.

 I am sat in the passenger side of my works van as my husband drives back along the M5, England. Its 8pm on the 28^th January 2014. We’re just into that “dark bit” where the carriageways are about to spilt levels. I am clutching a pair of crutches in my left hand. I start to think about what has brought be me here, to that exact point in time, doing be doing what is I was I am doing.

 I notice now that whenever anybody, especially professional like physios or consultants’ ask me to explain my back pain history, the first thing I do is sigh. I am not sure why I sigh. Whether it is because it just seems like such a lot to explain, or I think it is just to complicated to make any sense, or I think they aren’t really interested.

 

Actually I think I sigh because I am so dam tired of the journey I have been on for the last 8 or 9 years. So I thought last night as we were driving home from my first hydrotherapy sessions 8 weeks after an open surgical dislocation and debridement on my right hip, I might perhaps try and write it down. I seem to have a lot of time lately. Maybe it will help me get my head a bit straighter after this roller coaster ride. Or perhaps someone might stumble across  it and  find it helpful. Anyway. I am going to give it a go.