Sitting in a rocking chair this morning, purring kitten in my lap, I looked up at the crisp fall sky and felt joy.
I told the surgeon, when he suggested medication if I kept feeling as bereft as I did, that I wouldn't stay stuck.
That while where I was at the moment was not fun, it wasn't the end of the story. I told him I didn't believe in wasting the pain . Nor do I believe in feeding it. But I do believe in feeling it.
Mostly I've felt like I've had a scream stuck in my throat.
I told the surgeon, when he suggested medication if I kept feeling as bereft as I did, that I wouldn't stay stuck.
That while where I was at the moment was not fun, it wasn't the end of the story. I told him I didn't believe in wasting the pain . Nor do I believe in feeding it. But I do believe in feeling it.
Mostly I've felt like I've had a scream stuck in my throat.
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Reminds me of the last chapter of The Accidental Tourist, where the protagonist has to make a serious life decision while in pain. he refuses medication--medication that he has overused in his time--so that his mind will be clear for the decision.
Sounds like courage. Sounds like you.
Amen. That is so well said. While the pain I experience is not physical the very same statement can be applied.
Well said, Black Pete. Courage and wisdom.
Mich
I've read lots of blogs over the last few years. Some - mine included - can get so bogged down in the words that you lose the life and emotion behind them. This...you....the simplicity of the post is profound.
I just can't figure out the feeling of it and that's where I get stuck. I hope the scream exits soon. ((((hugs)))) to my friend.
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