When getting up is the hardest thing

OK today is  a duvet day of the worse kind. I have had the night from hell with pain followed by the day to match. For no reason at all the use of my legs is nothing short of unreliable with pain worthy of a bluebird flight, and turning to reach anything is out of the question. The road must have heard the outburst of Anglo Saxon as I tried to stand up and even now just sitting is an experience of pain not unworthy of black out.

So with that in mind not a lot is getting done except this blog. In fact even this is being written from bed with a cat on one side and a terrier on the other, so in fact I have become the human version of the Berlin Wall, not that I am complaining their warmth is dulling the shooting pains through my hips. This to me is nothing short of completely frustrating, especially as I had been able to get up and out every day so far this week. But now I am back to square one. Even more concerning is I am out on Saturday evening at a motor event and next Friday I am meant to be hopping round Thorpe park. If I feel like I do now I wont want to get out of my bed.

So what do I do on days like this, apart from killing brain cells watching television (bring back those schools and university programs of old please). Well apart from write a pointless Christmas and birthday list, pointless as no one looks at it. I have been scouring the charts for new music and films that may interest me and worked out I need a lottery win of the amount totally around £250 just to extend my library, not to mention new PC and camera both of which are on their last legs. So then we are on that chain of thought, who actually wins the lottery and all those magazine show and Internet competitions.

I have entered a few in my time and yet there is no glimmer of a real win, and does anyone know an actual winner? I am not being sceptical, but on the law of averages everyone should know some one who wins. Sure I have friends who win tickets to events, heck they have shared them with me so I have benefited from them. But it the great scheme of things are not these competitions playing on the greed of some and the desperation of others? For me they are a way of killing time when home alone, to a degree they work the brain although to be honest most of the TV questions I could guess without a brain cell, but to others they are some desperate addict to improve their lives. Everyone knows how to spend the winnings if they won the lottery, but would they really know how to cope with out the need to get out of bed to work every day.

I believe that's why some people who make these major wins often end up worse off than when they were before they won. To have this unbelievable amount of money land in your lap is beyond life changing. Suddenly every member  of your family suddenly adores you friends you barely speak to are your best buddy and people you never knew want a bit of your wealth. You are burdened with a responsibility you are ill equipped for.

I don't know if I would know hat to do with such responsibly, but that is down to lady Luck ad person whom I have little acquaintance. I often feel the lottery of winning is a bit like the lottery of health, you can stack the odds to a degree in your favour but at the end of the day it is a fickle creature called fate that chooses the final out come, Its how you deal with it that dictates the kind of person you are.