An hour ago I was sitting on the sofa, unhappily concentrating on the physical discomfort which refused to let me put my mind anywhere else. The pain wasn’t a new thing, unexpectedly sudden. yes, with no particular trigger today, but it wasn’t a new alarm alerting me to something I don’t already know, a basic useless flareup of the chronic pain with which I am all too familiar.
Miserable and useless, pain like that is. It slows you down, stops you, ruins your life when it comes, and demands your complete attention for absolutely no good reason. Pain of unknown cause is an urgent alert and a helpful diagnostic tool. Ongoing useless pain is just a really bad physical design flaw.
I know the catalogue of things broken and badly healed in me.
This pain tells me nothing new and I have no need to be a martyr to it.
Five minutes ago, I was loading the dishwasher, the music loud and fast, bouncing beat and ridiculous lyrics.
- A room without a roof? Really? -
Bounce with the beat, bend and grab a clean dish, pivot with flair, pop the dish onto its proper stack in the open shelving, pirouette back, and grab another dish.
All the while, don’t forget to sing if you feel like happiness is the truth.
I cannot express how essential it is to have a doctor who understands that chronic pain is unnecessary, that there’s a difference between drug abuse and drug use, and no one should have pain for pain’s sake.
Clap along if you know what happiness means to you.
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