Physical pain is weird. I’m sure there are many different types that folks experience caused by various sources in the body, but nasty pain of the magnitude I experience these days is brand new. I’ve never spoken of my physical pain as frequently as I have since being treated down here at St Vincent’s. I tear up and make faces when it hurts, and folks notice. It’s both annoying and lovely. š¤·š¼āāļø
God has made all old things new now through an adult life of trauma and pain. Staring out of the window of this apartment, or sitting on the porch in the morning after not knowing months ago if I would live to see the sun come up the next morning has made me appreciate everything; pain included.