I’VE ALWAYS THOUGHT of my condition as making me the world’s worst super hero.
Not that it gives me any special powers or anything but because it often forces me to assume a secret identity.
For the most part, I’m a mild mannered reporter with The42.ie but there are occasions where I use that persona to hide what is really going on, quite literally, beneath the skin.
Up until relatively recently — one or two blips aside — I feel like I’ve been very good at hiding it but the problem with masks is they invariably slip. Over the past week, mine did spectacularly.
The truth of the matter is that I suffer from chronic pain. I have done for over a year. Specifically I suffer from trigeminal neuralgia. If you’re wondering what the hell trigeminal neuralgia (TN) is I don’t blame you. I’ve had it this long and I still have to google the spelling of it to make sure I get it right.
I’ve previously written about how I developed TN (and got to grow a beard so it’s not all bad I guess) but this is more about me explaining why I might not always be the nicest person to be around.