That was the year that was
Clearly, I should have written this yesterday. When it was still 2007. That would have made sense.
But I was too tired.
An epithet which can be applied equally well to the whole of the last twelve months as to the very last day of those twelve months.
Apart from possibly last January, before the stress resulting from my employer's failure to make reasonable adjustment for me made me ill; which meant I had to come off the NSAIDs; which meant I had to start taking Tramadol.
Here's a statistical* review of my 2007. Because it seemed to me that looking at the figures would be an interesting and informative approach. What I hadn't bargained on was just how scary some of the totals would be...
Evenings out: 1.
Alcoholic drinks consumed: 1.
Trips to exotic, far-flung Manchester: 2.
Trips to places even more exotic and far-flung than Manchester: 0.
Nights spent away from home: 0.
Nights when sleep adversely affected by pain/insomnia/hideous nightmares: at least 250.
Meds taken: approx 7650. (!!!!!!!)
Osteopathy appointments: 18.
Acupuncture appointments: 36.
Cost of alternative therapies: £1530.
Cost of alternative therapies expressed as fraction of annual take-home pay: almost 1/12.
Still, it hasn't been all bad:-
Cats sharing household: 2.
Successful attempts made by Bertie to catch the squirrel which lives in the garden: 0.
*Statistics: hardly my strongest suit. Please assume some margin for error.