I’m walkin’ on Sunshine…

Aasmund Ryningen
2 min readNov 12, 2020


…actually, make that fire.

You know the song ‘Walking on Sunshine’ by Katrina and The Waves?

I’ll refresh your memory if you don’t. Don’t worry, though. I’m not going to sing it. Actually, I’m not even going to post all the lyrics, except the chorus.

Here it is, in all its glory;

‘Now I’m walking on sunshine, whoa
I’m walking on sunshine, whoa
I’m walking on sunshine, whoa
And don’t it feel good
Hey, all right now
And don’t it feel good
Hey, yeah’

And here is my chronic pain arthritis/fibromyalgia special, edited for your unpleasantness;

‘Now I’m walking on FIRE, OUCH
I’m walking on FIRE, OUCH
I’m walking on FIRE, OUCH
And IT DOESN’T feel good
H***, NO’

Jokes and humor side, it really feels like you’re walking on fire if you have pain in your feet. I remember hearing about a woman who was in constant pain for a year and a half. She’d tried so many different medications. Various injections. Pills. Other kinds of remedies. Saw different experts. And sure enough, sometimes it helped a little. The pain never really went away totally, but at least it lay dormant for some weeks. Then it returned. So she’d have to go elsewhere to try something new, or kindly beg her doctor to try the same thing over again.

Rinse and repeat.

It actually got so bad, even standing right up was excruciating.

Walking was almost out of the question.

Imagine you have a family to take care of and you cannot walk.

Must be horrible, right.

What also must be horrible are the questions going through one’s mind;

‘What kind of parent am I really? What kind of mother or father am I to my children? How am I going to raise them? What are they going to think of me?’

The uncomfortable truth is that if you do nothing, nothing is going to happen.

Sure, your pain might disappear for a little while, or you may feel like you can live with it.

But then again, especially at nighttime, it’s coming right back. I’ve actually seen this happen in real life. A distant relative of mine went through it, in front of our family. It was really horrible to watch. This old woman, in her 60s, had no choice but to just lay down on the couch, hoping that the pain would go away. But it didn’t. And her family, my family, could literally do…


Nothing at all.

All we could do was to sit there and keep her company, hoping that the pain could go away.

At times I wondered if we were doing worse than her, because we so desperately wanted to help her, but we couldn’t do anything.

And this reminds me about what people do when they’re helpless, and it appears all hope is out.

Some give up.

Some pray.

Some get angry.

And others actively look for a solution.

Such as for example CBD oil.