Don Raul and Herr Hauser,
About three weeks back on Sunday, I did some mathematical exercises.My left arm and shoulder were feeling a bit stiff. But I thought the stiffness would disappear soon.Little did I know then that it would intensify, so much so, that I would find myself writhing in agony on the floor at 3 a.m.
What were my thoughts while I was in pain at 3 a.m. ? There were none. I was quite close to losing my consciousness.I just wanted it to stop. I just wanted it to allow me to draw in a breath properly.
I had a few painkiller in the house but they did as much good as trying to use an air-gun to hunt down a T-Rex .
This T-Rex was the biggest and the most vicious of them all and had my neck ,firmly, in its jaws.
I also had no liquer in the house, because, I have been a teetotaler for many years, for all intents and purposes.
So, the whole night long I just awkwardly squatted on the floor and waited for the Sun.But there was no Sunlight to be had,only darkness.
Though I stay far away from my parents, I had my mum’s prescription for painkillers (who is a cancer survivor).I ran with it to the pharmacy, first thing in the morning, and I am quite certain the would had outpaced the fastest of the Olympians. I got the medication and it did me as much good as recurrence of my pancreatitis would.
Well, the pain was DEBILITATING-I could not write, I could not read,heck, I could not even brush my teeth. I saw a doctor over a video call and he prescribed me some medicines.
In the evening, I first went and bought a six-pack FIRST( because I had zero confidence that the prescribed medicine was going to do me any good, and, soon, I was going to find out that I was right, much to my dismay).Then, I bought the medicines and came home.
The decision to get a beer and not hard liquor was a conscious one because I had no intentions of welcoming back my old buddy Pancreatitis, that is not to say that beer CERTAINLY won’t trigger it,but I thought beer would be a safer bet,because if the old buddy decided to revisit me while my right arm was still on fire, then, I would have jumped from the nearest ,tallest building-no kidding.
Well, so I came back home and first took the medicines, hoping against hope that they would work and I would not have to resort to alcohol. Not a chance. Well, I **** open my first beer in a really long time. It was rather strong.
Now, did it lessen my pain? I do not think so. What it did was this- it intoxicated me and so, my brain, stopped paying as much attention to the pain as it was paying earlier. With its attention diverted, if only for a while, I finally managed to sleep.
(To be continued…hopefully)