Fit

Alison was in Toronto last week so I had to be my own nurse the last couple of days. That was probably okay because I would have kept her awake with my swearing, moaning and cries of pain.

Tonight she came home and when she came in we experienced a scene straight out of a play. I told her that my pain was much less today except when I coughed, laughed or sneezed. She smiled and I couldn’t help myself to start laughing. That was very painful so I started to cry as well. Not cry with tears, but cry of pain. In the meantime the whole situation was so absurd and comical that I couldn’t stop laughing. It was like I had taken too much drugs and had a laughing fit that wouldn’t stop, even though I wanted it very much to stop. I send her away in the kitchen and the things eased out a little an the ordeal finally stopped. But as soon as i saw her again the whole the sequence of laughter and pain started again and it repeated itself a couple of times during the evening. Very absurd and very painful.

Still I’m happy that she’s back, but I try very hard not to be too happy.