Ah pain, you old rascal, you.


Pain. So much of it. Rorsach shapes of pain bloom in my lower back and spread their tendrils throughout my lower limbs. I shift as I lay in this bed, and my throat emits an involuntary gasp as an unexpected stab shoots through my hips. I’m recovering from epidural steroid injections. I know I will … Continue reading Ah pain, you old rascal, you.