Why have I woke today with a pain that is so excruciating even one step has been out of reach?
Why am I now pondering whether that previous question should have been out of step?
Why does my body seem to know when I need it to do something out of the usual routine and increase my pain?
Why does it seem to fail me when I am looking forward to seeing someone I haven’t seen in months/years?
Why have I been reduced to tears from my pain again?
Why as the verve said in the 90’s on days like today is it true that “the drugs don’t work”
Why did I waste an hour of my day watching the EU Referendum How Should I Vote debate to see more lies and accusations or counter accusations only to be more frustrated at the end.
Why did I still force myself to the WAG meeting with SNC reps – I had others there more than capable to ask the questions I wanted to know about?
Why am I still so stubborn?
Why am I more stubborn on bad days?
Why do I feel guilty?
Why is this guilt worse on bad days?
Why do I feel like I let people down?
Why do I beat myself up about it more on worse days?
Why do I dread going to bed in fear that the pain will still be so intense and intolerable tomorrow?
Why don’t I tell people it is as bad as it really is?
Why if there is a minimum turnout required for a Trade Union vote to strike be valid is there not a minimum turnout required for someone to be elected to rule/govern?
Why will my mind not shut off when the pain is through the roof?
Why have I had enough meds to tranquilise an entire zoo am I still in agony?
Why do I exaggerate?