Mentalechoes

I’m at home with a neck injury today. I’ve managed to strain the muscles and ligaments on the top of my spine and neck on saturday when I was in the gym doing heavy back exercises. Everything hurts right now; moving, sleeping, sitting up, lying down, not moving at all. It’s one of those rare injuries where doing nothing actually results in pain.

I’m a bit of a masochist when it comes to gym pain, I like that feeling of having sore muscles from intense exercise. Sort of lets you know you’re fit and firing on all cylinders. I like gym for the way that you can see yourself improving day to day too. Being able to lift a weight today that you couldn’t lift a week ago is very motivating and extremely ego boosting. This injury though is the flipside to that. It’s going to be a week before I can exercise again, and I can’t sleep properly because when I turn, I wake up from the shock of the feeling of having my head ripped off! What I wouldn’t give for some morphine vials. A shot of that and it’s cloud nine for six blissful hours.

Anyway, I can’t see my doctor till friday, by which time it will be well and truly on the mend. I really need some serious drugs now, but short of going into the red light district and trying to sort out some ketamine from a street dealer, I am not sure I am going to get any. Next time I’m sorting out party favours I have to remember to ask about an emergency supply of blackmarket painkillers. Thailand and India are great for that kind of thing. Chemist shops there have everything for the price of a few euro, no questions asked. I brought back a pack of 100 valium from Bangkok that I got over the counter with just a smile and handful of baht. Truly it’s a capatilist country!

Now I need to go and rest as the burning ache in my shoulders is telling me that typing is not a recuperative position. This is really starting to annoy me.

Padwanna!