Last night I wrote a long, rambling and, frankly, dull post about a number of uninteresting subjects.
It was so boring I fell asleep in my chair and didn’t wake up until after midnight. I looked at what I’d written, made some sandwiches and then went to bed. It wasn’t even worth fixing.
To sum up – I’ve been invited to take part in a joint pain project. It involves filing in five questionnaires over five years. The confidentiality and ethics explanations are longer than the survey, and most of the survey consists of ticking boxes about different sorts of pain, including lanciating pain. It’s like stabbing pain when I look it up.
My two conclusions so far are that someone got a grant to do as project, and that they have an un-necessarily large vocabulary. I don’t recall all the pains I could have but I don’t have (a) enough time or (b) enough body parts to experience so much pain.
To make things worse, I went to the pharmacy to pick up some pain-killing gel the hospital has prescribed for me, though I didn’t ask for it and don’t have much pain. They were out of stock so I couldn’t get it. And today, for the first timer in ages, my finger started hurting.
Life, as they say, is like that.
That was my ten minutes. I’m off to drink tea and watch TV for a bit.
The medal is to celebrate the Queen’s 90th Birthday, because that’s what you want to cheer you up, a picture of yourself looking at a picture of yourself when you were much younger.
The coin next to it is a cent. It’s part of the creeping Americanism that is taking over the western world.It’s 100mm, or 4″ wide, weighs over 3/4 of a pound and cost over £100 when it was new. We’re struggling to find a buyer at £12.95.
I took part in research at my hospital a few years ago. People with arthritis are prone to strokes and heart attacks so I had to have extra blood tests and fill in lots of forms and tell them what drugs I was taking and let them know of any change in dosage. The project was abandoned because not enough people were dying.
That must have been inconvenient for the researchers. However, it was good for you. 🙂
It was! 😀
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I thought exactly as you did when I saw that commemorative medal. My knee surgeon was really good at sending follow up findings to my GP. He never asked me about pain but always told the GP that I didn’t have any.
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Good luck with this pain project, Quercus. Hope you do not develop any more pain because of it. 🙂
I’m fairly sure it just involves ticking boxes… 🙂
To be clear, is a joint pain project about pains that you have shared with other people or pains in hips and toes etc?
This particular project is just about pains in my joints. This is not,of course, to say that I won’t be spreading pain to other people as time goes on… 🙂
I do my best to share my pains with as many people as I can get to listen to me. They seem very grateful.
It is good to hear of your selfless activities. The world would be a poorer place without people like you.