Chapter Thirteen: Bad backs and sleepless nights
I was woken this morning by my mum looming over me trying to reach my phone to unset my alarm clock. Apparently I’d not only kept myself up all last night but also my mum and brother with my continual groans of discomfort and sobbing, she won’t let me go to college or church. Finding a comfortable position last night was like finding a needle in a hay stack, impossible. I can’t lay on my back, I can’t lay on my side or my stomach without this sharp needle like pain burning at the bottom of my back. This morning I’d only sat up and it was likebeing stabbed a thousand times over, painkillers do not work, what I need is a bloody elephant tranquilizer or something, anything that will let me sleep and ease the pain. I do have a hot water bottle but that’s about as useful as the painkillers and stinks. So today, I’m just going to lie awkwardly in bed and die slowly.