Category Archives: Living with chronic pains

A future that’s not!

I’ve grown old thinking about renting a flat in a high-rise house. There’s one available now on third floor with balcony to west with a view over a bakery roof and with a window to north with big green plastic … Continue reading

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The old bard’s advice how to handle the pain of life

Gunnar Ekelöf 1907 – 1968 Swedish poet and translator.  He is one of the most significant, loved and well-known poets in the Swedish literature. From the poetry collection Dedikation 1934 Note: The poem here translated by me and just for … Continue reading

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It causes me pain in my fingers to spread butter on the bread

It causes me pain in my fingers to spread butter on the bread. I have luckily bought ready-sliced cheese home, but when I stretch out my arm for a slice of cheese it hurts in my back. The relapse this … Continue reading

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The Road

              I guess everyone has their own tragedy to live with. It’s always trivial and personal and hardly visible to others. But it’s utterly sore if any by mistake touch it. (Must know it … Continue reading

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Cold December

            Cold snowy December. My days flows together like in a fog. I can’t differ one day from the other the times muscles and joints hurts. Every step is a pain. I listen to music … Continue reading

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wake up to the same

in English below the Swedish text           och jag vaknar till detsamma, det är jag och det är samma liv som igår, varje morgon är likadan som den igår och förrgår, samma liv, samma kropp som … Continue reading

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Life turns (Livsförändringar)

          Life suddenly turned at a time where no road were viewable and she stood staring into a wall of pitch black despair she realized though she was trapped in a life crisis, but she didn’t … Continue reading

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I skuggan av en, saknad / In the shadow of one, missing

          Ett fönster står öppet mot natten, en tom säng ännu varm av barnets kropp – inga spår. De reste till solen, mor och far, två döttrar och en son. En glad dag på stranden och … Continue reading

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Walking my right foot (living with chronic pains)

I like walks. And I have never been able to be in a room full of loud and chattering people, without feeling uncomfortable and wanting to just walk away. And I have done that. I have walked my own ways. … Continue reading

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Love never make mistakes

Wake up, get up in morning, stiff and sore and groaning. Start day by meet the image in the bathroom mirror. You told me I’m your destiny. Poor man, I say! But that’s not your view. What is in a … Continue reading

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