Pain and how it comes to own you

The pain I go through getting up has been so dauntingly overwhelming that a certain amount of fear developed. As long as I have my foot elevated there is a tolerable amount of pain to none, add the pain killers and I can even forget this happened. Getting up and for quite sometime after there is a mind numbing pain coming from the area of the break and radiating down into my foot, even after the first ragged raw burning pain passes there is this presence. I can do things while it is there, but the quiet space I inhabit to be creative in is filled with this howling acerbic noise.

I was trying to do my usual when it comes to managing pain, get off the meds asap, listen to what my body wants, and work around it. This pain is not like it comes from my body gently reminding me to take care of myself, this is like a foreign entity dwelling in my leg demanding I pay it all of my attention. Thus I had a consultation with the Doctors assistant, he assured me that the painkillers would not interfere with the bodies reconstruction process and that this kind of injury is very painful, and that the best I can hope for for now is to take the edge off it. The more I get and move about the sooner it will devolve into something livable. So today I took back ownership of myself, I am using the painkillers, perhaps not as much as prescribed but enough that I was able to spend much of the day up and doing things, fixing things like before the accident. I discovered that working upside down in a chair was very comfy, but alas not much of what I did today could or needed to be done that way.

At any rate I feel I have gotten over some kind of hump with it, tomorrow I will try to work in the studio again, so look for a new piece to be posted here by the end of the day.