Though my prognosis doesn’t seem as dire as it did a few months ago, there are still occasional days when I feel like death warmed over – hence the fact that I am not as diehard in my writing as I should be. Thanks for being patient with me, by the way.
Still, as crappy as I feel on the rare occasion, there is one place I can’t bring myself to go – the upper limits of the pain chart in the doctor’s office.
I rarely go above six, and sometimes feel guilty going that high. I hope to never go anywhere near ten. This shouldn’t be construed as some sort of moral heroism on my part; it’s just that I’d feel damn silly going any higher.
I mean, you look at the damn chart, and see the numbers nine and ten just sitting there, in all of their seductiveness, singing their siren song to anyone who feels less than their best.
But once you hit that ten, well, where are you going to go from there?
And ten, well, it seems that should be saved for something a little more intense than any pain I might be feeling.
Folks step into bear traps – that’s a ten.
Folks get shot, burned, get hurt in car wrecks. Those all rate a ten.
Folks fall of cliffs, get stabbed, impaled, and run over by fork lifts.
They get beaten up, run over and thrown through glass doors.
All of the above rate an automatic ten, in my book. And though someday I might feel crappy enough to think about circling that number, that day just hasn’t arrived as yet.
And, to be honest, I’m kind of hoping it doesn’t . . .
Quote of the Day
Once social change begins, it cannot be reversed. You cannot un-educate the person who has learned to read. You cannot humiliate the person who feels pride. You cannot oppress the people who are not afraid anymore. – Cesar Chavez