Over a decade ago I was diagnosed with a terribly painful autoimmune disease known as Ankylosing Spondylitis (AS).
If I was lucky enough to get a full night sleep I would wake up every morning in excruciating pain. At the time it would take me about 10 minutes to roll over to my side and reach for the cocktail of 5 painkillers I would take every morning just to get out of bed.
I would slowly make my way to the bathroom with my body as stiff as a board. To take a steaming hot shower to melt some of the stiffness away.
Then if I was lucky enough and my early morning routine worked well, I would do some light stretching and hopefully be able to bend over far enough to put my socks on and a clean pair of underwear.
Otherwise, it was going to be one of those days where I would have to roll around in bed looking for a good angle to get dressed.
Life at the time was miserable. Day in and day out I watched my life go by like autumn leaves blowing in the wind…