Pain is a funny
word. It makes you question your ability of sense. If you jump out of it then
you're something but if it doesn't let go, you might as well want to look
deeper within that very burn for there's something for you lying beneath.
While there are a
hundred million types, you know; leg pain, lower back pain, neuropathic pain
and all sorts of other jumbled up names, there's one that stands out.
So the doctor
suggested Broffen works best in gel form for these sudden back attacks, which
seem to enjoy their visit every now and then down my spinal cord, and a little
dosage of Apidra, say.. fourteen units four times a day with a little
adjustment up and down. You see the worlds a place of great development, great
minds have brought us sources of ease in the form of medication for every organ
that lies within our beating soul but one.
The one that beats,
that lies left of the chest, pumps its way to every organ for the safe
functionality of the entire body. Though, what happens when it calls out for
aid? You die. You really just die, and not the ordinary dying that we must
suffer from but the death that comes forth us every day slow and steady,
consuming our sense of reality. Until one day you realise that this pain, the
Queen of all pains comes not without ease, because over the decades and
centuries of suffering nobody really bothered understanding the language of a
silent smile.
[aminatiwana]
