There are certain pleasures in life, such as holidays, chilling out with a cool glass of beer, or simply just finding five minutes to enjoy some “me time”. I am a fan of all three, but seldom get the chance to do any.

I have a number of commitments that require a lot of my time, from work related duties, to family related activities, which leaves me a short amount of time to actually indulge in any of my own individual interests. Not that my work, or family, don’t interest me… it’s just always nice to grab a bit of time to yourself now and again.

I often find myself wishing for a little bit of a break. Maybe three or four days to just do NOTHING. Or maybe just to do a few of the things I keep meaning to get done, ie, read a book, fix that wobbly shelf, feed the dog…

So imagine my surprise when (and this doesn’t happen often) I become sick.

Throwing a sicky is often the way the average Brit gets to indulge in a few of the things they didn’t leave any spare holidays for. It’s that inner childish mischief that was always a firm favourite when wagging school. But when you actually become ill for real it’s a whole different story…

I’ve had some sort of weirdness attack my back for the past few weeks – an affliction which began over two months ago and has decided it likes me. It’s evolved from a niggling twinge into wrenching debilitating agony, and it’s given me the break from my responsibilities that I had been craving for so long.

However, this break comes at a price.

The price is an obscene charge for a ridiculous amount of prescription medicine which doesn’t work, and an illness which still continues to prevent me from carrying out any of the things I’ve been wanting to do.

I begrudge forking out money for tablets that don’t work. I feel like I’m paying for the privilege of having a pointless chat with some bloke who likes to fob me off, and gives me some horrible tasting sweets to take home with me for a laugh. At least the dentist gives you a sticker.

So, my point? Be careful what you wish for. All that spare time may sound great. But if you’re unable to actually do anything with it, then what’s the point?

There’s nothing I would love more than to make use of all this precious time, but some days I can barely move. I’ll pop the pills, feel dizzy and light-headed for a bit (some of the side effects even include hallucinations – that’ll be a treat) and then I’m given the wonderful treat of insomnia, which is why I’m writing this entry from my phone at 4am.

I love reading the “side effects” leaflets that come with new medicines. We shouldn’t read them, but we all do. So, if I survive the sweats, mood swings, heart failure, nightmares, hallucinations and strokes that are listed in these pill’s side effects, then hopefully all will eventually be well!

Truth is, I’m getting nothing done at home and I actually miss working.

I’m gonna toddle off now. My gran has just arrived and she’s been dead for about 7 years, so we’ve got some catching up to do.

Good health to you.