Today marks two months since this sciatica started. Two months since I've mostly lived in this bed. Two months of continuous pain. Two months of my life lost. I'm doing the educational programme and reading books but I don't seem to make any progress. I read Nicole's book the other day and I realise I can't quite get to journalspeak with my journalling so nothing is happening. Trying to be positive, trying to ignore my pain, trying to see it for what it is, but I'm starting to think it's going to beat me. If there is a light in this tunnel it is very dim today. Not a good day.