It's been a month. On a pain scale of 1-10 this surely rates a 10. Right up there with childbirth. The difference? With birthing pain one knows it will end & not return until one chooses it again. With sciatica one becomes wary of the ever present possibility that that leg will cramp up anytime & wham! There you are-on your back again.
Ice & tv. Ice & a book. Ice & phone. Ice & pity-party.
I remember my mom saying to just muddle through pain. It's not the end of the world & remember all those who are suffering more than you. Great. Now I can feel guilty about hurting.
Lying around being miserable leads to thoughts of mortality & intimations of aging. Not my plan for the Fourth.
Lying here does not allow me to dance away the ghosts & fears.
Lying here makes me face all the future I dread.
Lying here can cause panic & anxiety.
Lying here I make an endless list of resolutions for when I get up from
Lying here.
