The last time it flared up was some time ago in work and the only thing that seemed to touch it was the opioid Tramadol donated by fellow automotive engineer and long gone fugitive Steve ‘Serial Killer’ Humphries. The problem was when taken as an immediate-release oral formulation the pain seemed to subside, but then so did my senses. After all dose-by-dose basis it has one-tenth the potency of morphine, spaced out was an understatement.
Apparently the most common adverse effects of tramadol include nausea, dizziness, dry mouth, indigestion, abdominal pain, vertigo, vomiting, constipation, drowsiness and headaches.
And I could put a tick through most of those, the drive home from work was stupid, luckily uneventful….
Scaldingly hot water bottles and exercise seemed to sort me out in the end and to be fair I’ve been ok for a while now, so this onset wasn’t welcome.
Work doesn’t help that’s for sure as I’m less active then Jeff Hatt is at fishing, and being active is the key, so this cobbled together session was to an area of the Warwickshire Avon that has been kind to me in the past with all manner of fish in residence.
It’s a gateway from the slow to the not so slow you see, where fish can have the best of both worlds as they see fit.
In the chill-out space or the full on rave, the lap dancing dance floor to the private room.
A Roach deadbait on one rod, a spicy boilie and half a saveloy of freebies on the other.
It didn't take long for the first fish a lean but long 6.04oz Pike that took a liking to the Roach but then the action sorted of halted, it didn't take long for the next bite on a dead either but for some reason despite the rod nodding I didn't manage to get a hook-up.
Dan was downstream fairly better than me I might add and after photographing a fish for him I was back at the rods.
The Barbel rod was very quiet indeed, the odd tap and pull that didn't develop in to a bite.
On to the next one....
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