Pain

There are certain blessings that we as women receive, just based upon the mere fact that we are, biologically, women. One such blessing is none other than the gracious pain ferry that visits once a month, usually unannounced and uninvited. Now I know what you are thinking – disgusting, WHY talk about this on a blog?

An honest answer? The pain is so excrutiating as my fingers hit these keys, that I have no choice but to record it for fear that when the moment passes, I will forget the misery and take normality for granted.

She sits comfortably, reading; so engrossed in the words on the page that the outside world seems of no importance whatsoever. Right there, in that absolutely content moment, is when it hits. A pain so devastatingly grotesque that it takes over the entire body, shooting from neck to thigh. She is afraid to straighten her body for fear that if she does the movement itself will disturb the new force that is occupying her, creating another angry turbulence. She can cry, but no one wants to soothe her; she can scream, but they will all look at her as a crazed lunatic; she can lie down, but there is no space adequate, no external area created to cater to those momentary needs.

So she endures silently. As many before her have and as many will for generations to come... Quietly she hushes her insides and forces nature itself to subside.

All without a word.

(until the Advil kicks in)