I used to be so absolutely offended if a healthy person told me they were tired.
Unfortunately this isn't a travel blog post, this is the story of my suicide disease. I'm going to start at the second to last day of our holiday, when I realised that my teeth were starting to hurt a bit.
I used to be a massive 'pill shamer'. I sneered at people taking painkillers for their headaches, or period pains. When I had any kind of pain, I used to live by the view that pain was there to tell us that something was wrong and, therefore, a good thing.
I would like to think, after two and a half years of trigeminal neuralgia, that I would know what to expect. I think I'm an expert at getting it the fuck done, chronic face pain and all. I'm aware that being in constant pain is very draining and I'm used to being exhausted all the time, but this is a wave of fatigue like never before