As a child of the 70s one of my favourite cartoon characters was Penelope Pitstop. Poor Penelope, a Barbie-lookylikey, who seemed to spend most of her time trying to escape from the clutches of her nemesis The Hooded Claw. Her escape technique was largely ineffective - if only she'd bend her knees when running away. She'd wail pitifully for help whilst tied to a railway track ("Hey-ulp! Hey-ulp!") and wait for a carload of men to come to her rescue. Not a great advert for feminism when you think about it.
This week I have turned into Penelope (in spirit, not looks I hasten to add, though my running technique leaves a bit to be desired). There have been too many moments when my usual pain management strategies just haven't worked at all and I have had to resist the urge to yell, "Hey-ulp!" because that's how I've felt : helpless & weakened by the fatigue of fighting against the pain.
What do you do when it just won't go away? I know it will go eventually (well, this flare up will, not the whole pain thing itself). It's just that this week I am a bit sick of it all again.
There is a sharp stabbing pain in my shoulder. I think The Hooded Claw is stuck in there.
(I was going to stick a picture of Penelope's Hanna & Barberra Cartoon colleagues Dick Dasterdly & his stupid canine sidekick Muttley on here but I can't make it work. Always felt a bit sorry for Muttley, and admired anyone who could do an impression of him sniggering - "hhehhehhe..." )