Screaming Ab Dabs

Back at the end of March, I was in Berlin, about to embark on the train to Moscow and thereafter the Trans-Siberian Express to Beijing vis Mongolia, from Beijing to Sydney and then Cairns to see cousin and aunt. Pretty much the voyage of a lifetime. As I recall I slipped on the hotel stairs (says me) whilst trying to carry my heavy case down to the reception. Whatever, the ambulance came and I was taken to Hospital Charite Mitte, Berlin. Be and my son arrived to help and get me home because I had broken my back and slotted some ribs. After 4 days I was allowed out and returned home and eventually found my way back to the icy Fenland wasteland I have apparently made my home. I keep myself busy, applying for jobs, exploring the area, trying to make friends without appearing desperate yada yada yada Then one morning May, after visiting my womanfriend in London, changing trains at Hitchin for Cambridge, I had a vommitting fit on the platform and collapsed, requiring a further ambulance and hospital visit (Stevenage this time).I had achieved rebreaking the aforementioned back and ribs, this time a little worse. I cautiously made my way back home. Now I awake anytime betweem 3am and 6am with the screaming abdabs, due to my ribs and back bones settling in the night. It takes up to an hour to get dressed because of the pain. I walk with a stick, and not far, at that. The stick takes the weight off my back and helps me stay upright. My doctor has put me on 210 tablets a week, which is OK if I keep them down (vitamins, anti depressant, painkiller etc). Eventually he decided to prescribe Morphine (ooh goody, I thought) After only 3 days I throw up not long after my 2nd dose of the day. I cant tell if I had absorbed it or not, so didnt dare take a replacement, and I didnt want to as they were doing strange things to me. I talked to the doctor and he agreed I could stop. Trouble is I had already taken enough to get withdrawl symptoms, I sweat and itch (I have a gaping wound on my stomach which I created with my own fingernails). Additionally I now have two worlds to live in, this one and the other, both equally realistic, so I have to really divide the two, I regularly get up in the night after popping out of Dreamworld to check there is no-one else here in the house ("ah This House") I am entitled to a Blue Badge and still apply for as many suitable jobs as I can find. I do not use "disability" on application forms as that would too selfish. Come along bones, come on warm weather.