“That’s the thing about pain. It
demands to be felt” ~ John Green
not-quite Journaling, 21
Yesterday, I had to endure a creature in the second group for nearly 90 minutes. I was cordial, listened to her irrational rambles. Then she said, “You’re so blessed not to feel the kind of pain I do. I guess some people are just lucky.” Since my arm hurt so much that I expected it to explode at any moment, I said nothing to the idiot (I was too afraid my words would turn into a smack in her teeth), so I just walked away. Sometimes, when one is faced with blatant (and presumptuous) stupidity, walking away (and sharing the encounter with people who aren’t brainless) is the best (and probably the only non-violent) option.
10/10/2021: Some posts ago, I said that autumn feels like spring in reverse. These last few days, I’ve been transplanting plants that have self-seeded, repotting plants that were container bound, and enjoying how spring-fresh they look after all is done.
10/15/2021: Today, the orthopedic surgeon told me that the collection of
tears in my shoulder might not demand more surgery. Months seeing pain
management and physical therapy haven’t noticeably improved my range of motion
or kept pain from interfering with my sleep. The cyst inside my humerus remains
a problem, but I’m choosing to celebrate my small maybe-no-surgery victory.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Writers’ Pantry #92: Better Than Normal.