When its too hot for the duvet on a duvet day

How I wished I listened more in chemistry, instead of working out different ways to blow up the lab. I would have learnt more about cause and effect, a fundamental principle that dictates our lives as well as every action in the universe. Yesterday was my cause today is the affect, and in principle should be a duvet day.

I say should be resting under my duvet filling my mind with what ever information I can find on free view. However if you live anywhere in the south London area today you will know the wonderful summer we had yesterday has turned into an tropical climate, humid, heavy hot and damp. Come lunch time we even had the token thunder storm, which gave us humans a 30min breather from the humidity and my cats a quick bath of which they weren't best pleased. However within a hour the humidity is back as is the heat, so badly that just sitting on my bed i am sweltering, like every one else. This is nothing more than an inconvenience to the average person, for any one with CRPS it is hellish. For the dampness eats into your joints like a persistent wood pecker looking for its lunch, and is just as gentle. Fair enough I knew I would pay for yesterdays success, but this added pain is the killer. The effort involved in going to make a drink is the equivalent to that of a high end runner. and by the time I have made a drink I need another to replace the fluids I lost making the original one.

So I am going to spend the afternoon with the company of the Sunday papers and a dog who would prefer to be in several inches of snow than this. This is what brings me back to the cause and effect question. I have already glanced through the rags and can tell there is little in there I can call really news, but a lot of so called celebrities living their lives in the media. One weeks they are whining and dining the attention, the next they are screaming invasion of privacy, and whats worse it becomes news. Don't get me wrong I am not referring to the phone hacking cases, or anything like that, I am talking about these z Lister's or whatever they are who seem to fill the glossy magazines with every detail of their lives in case we may be interested with what they had for dinner etc. They create their own cause and then complain about the effect. In our house we have found the best home for this mundane drivel.. the bottom of the kitty litter tray, where it becomes recycled in a far more worth fashion.

The reason it bothers me is more the fact I spend an hour cutting through all the rubbish to find the news, like yesterday,  in a tiny corner of a tabloids paper there was two paragraphs on a traveller girl who had not just achieved high grade a levels, but also secured herself a place at Oxford university. Now that kind of news could help remove peoples misconstructions on her social group in society, yet it was filed in the unimportant trivia on the side of a page, playing second best to some films stars break out or something just as unnecessary

Cause and effect seems to dominate our lives, what we choose to read, how we choose to eat, even our own mental attitude to any given situation. I, personally choose to write this blog in the hope that the effects and experiences in my live can give someone else some benefit. The other reason is, if I let the pain of my condition stop me from doing anything whether it be walk  or write I am giving up on hope of some form of recovery.

But for now I have to accept that for the good days I have to pay with a bad day and that's what today is. Its just how bad so I allow it to be, do I just curl up in a heap and whimper? or do I do something vaguely constructive?.Personally I choose the latter, granted from the constraints of my beloved sofa bed, but today we wont bother with the duvet. Duvet days serve a purpose but they aren't meant to double as a turkish bath.