Some fool T-boned my Ducati in 1988 and the brake handle tore my knee open so good you could see ‘ALL’ of the interesting bits, the hospital stitched it up and put a full pressure bandage on ~ Few days later I’d hobbled across four lanes of traffic against the red light and, ‘BANG’, rat’s, there was five lanes of traffic, a lady’s Nissan sent me somersaulting into the air with a 1 1\2 pike and I’d landed back on her bonnet then bounced onto the road ~ Not feeling too good I’d extracted 10 x 30MG Codeine from the doctor and when I’d got home took them over 2 hours until the pain lessened, after the knee stopped hurting I’d noticed something changed but couldn’t put a finger on it, then realised it was my back, for the first time since my back was broken when ‘CIA’ got a semi to run me over in 1973 my back wasn’t hurting when laying down, realising I’d been mentally blocking out the back pain for 15 years and it was ‘HEAVY’ pain, just blocking it out without any mercy, I’d cried at how hard I’d been treating myself ~ Yeah Rumsfeld, ass hole, I’d certainly just sucked it up like you said to, currently my back still hurts, it takes about 130 MG of slow release morphine to get out of pain from the back, if I’m laying down that is, it’s more otherwise, while the bowel\bladder tumour ‘CIA’ gave me via chemical injection takes around 230 MG of the same to quell, yet I’ve no morphine or anything else either ~ Gee, I’d asked those who pretend to care for two years Private Health Care and they responded with squat diddly so, yeah, looks like they don’t really give a rat’s ass about my sense of well being after all, much like me myself between 1973 and 1988, Selah…