While you read this, I'm in total bliss under full anaesthetic having my spinal stim implanted and my sacral stim (which fizzed) removed. I've popped this poem in my head, and now yours too in the hope that Brain Plasticity, in all its madness as clarified so perfectly in Michael's poem and illustration, works its nonsense on me.
If it weren't for my sense of humour, I'd be well and truly dead a long time now. I thought I'd kick off 2019 with something Theo found that is (not, IS, not, IS) so funny. Wishing you all stitches of laughter for 2019... xx Theo & Soula
Considering the incensitivity, lack of understanding and respect, ignorance, judgemental chatter, poor support, endless pathetic excuses etc etc etc that I've had from my WorkSafe Agent's Case Managers, and I've had troves come and go in five years (some gone before they even appear!!!!), I feel I deserve to have a little fun on the back's of the poorest, which is all but two of them.
I know I might be clutching at straws again but at the very least 360 cities is some great distraction and very light in capacity cost. And it's great planning for next time I have some serious pain relief (like a nerve block). I'll be off like a rocket! Ok, maybe not a rocket but compared to the usual pace it'll feel like it.
I often don't feel like talking or explaining the same boring chronic pain story over and over. And I'm thinking there may be a few people out there who feel the same. So, here's some artwork for you folks. Feel free to use it to order caps, t shirts, mugs, honestly, do whatever you want with it, just don't take my name off or manipulate the artwork. Oh, and pop me a message of thanks. Perhaps even come back with some images and I'll create a pain gallery!!!