Today is a bad pain day. It doesn't help that Melbourne has turned on nasty weather. The
cold gets to every sore point in my body and renders me incapable of coherent
thought. I follow all the guidelines that the pain specialists have given me; the
treatments and medications barely make a dent. The pen is hard to grip but I
can scribble a few words onto paper. They take me to another place where the
world doesn't look like it does though today's icy window. It's a world infused
with adventure and alternative lives. When writing becomes too much there are
hardcopy books and the Kindle. The best therapy—words that are a distraction
from a difficulty reality.
They give me comfort when little else can.