Oh, My Aching Back!

So, let me regale you with the tale of my newfound appreciation for the exquisite agony that is back-pain. It’s been an enlightening journey, let me tell you!

The Agony Unfolds

It all started innocently enough about a week ago. The lower reaches of my back decided to stage a rebellion, unleashing a torrent of discomfort at the junction where my back meets my pelvis. At first, I brushed it off, thinking it would dissipate like morning mist. Oh, how wrong I was!

The Slow Spiral

As days passed, my back-pain evolved from a minor nuisance to a full-blown saga. It was like a poorly written drama with each passing day bringing a new plot twist of discomfort. Slowly but surely, the pain intensified, gnawing away at my resolve like a persistent toddler with a toy.

Conceding to the Painkillers

In a moment of defeat, I surrendered to the allure of painkillers. Desperate times call for desperate measures, they say, and I was teetering on the brink of desperation. The pills offered a brief respite, like a temporary ceasefire in the war waged within my own body. Yet, beneath the surface, a dull ache persisted, a reminder of the fragility of human flesh.

Pressing Onward

But do you think a mere bout of back-pain could deter me from my plans? Ha! I scoff at adversity! For today, dear reader, I have a lunch/play date with none other than my beloved grandson. Come rain or shine, we shall indulge in a picnic extravaganza right in the heart of Manchester.

A Picnic Amidst Peril

Yes, you heard that right. Despite the protests of my rebellious back, I refuse to let it rain on our parade, quite literally. We shall feast on sandwiches and laughter, surrounded by the urban jungle of the city centre. For what is life without a bit of adventure, even if it means navigating the treacherous terrain of back-pain?