My body is making a political statement. There is a physical polarization going on in my body. There is pain, this uninvited, familiar, and not so new entity that has decided to play politics with me. Pain taunts my neurons, messes up the signals, and you know, causes all sorts of noxious up and down the spinal cord disturbances. My nerves are shouting "I am not a witch!" and then they calmly say... "I am You." I shout back, "You are so not me!" I want to switch the channel but the witch will be there again, "I am You." is everywhere. I tell my pain simply, We must co-exist. You shall not dominate my airwaves, 24/7. Pain whimpers. Pain takes a poll. I invite pain to bed. We cuddle, we pet my dog, we get the special wool bedding arranged just so. I need some rest and so does pain. Good-night witch. Good-night Pain.
Peace, Healing, Humor
❁ virtual fish need food too.
please feed my fish. You'll feel better.