Small mercies
What happens when pain, and a comfortable identity, go away?
The past few years I’ve been dealing with a pain issue I can only describe as primal. It made me wish I could share the feeling for a few seconds, like a Vulcan in a mind meld, so that medical professionals could understand why I was in front of them asking for an answer. Why why why. The scans couldn’t find the where. My bloods provided no legend.