I'm going to complain here
What another lovely day--it's spring and everyone is having a splendid time.
I've been staggering under an overwhelming bouquet of cramping tissue and sore joints. It takes every last bit of will power not to resort to twisting on the bed like a maggot. There is no more painkiller and the tea has only slightly abated the nausea. Oh god, why should our bodies host this kind of pain on a regular basis? Is this supposed to be an incentive to bear children?
-"Make more of me"
-"No deal!"
-"Make more of me, I say, or it will only get worse."
-"You can't make me!"
-"I can."
However, there are other more interesting and worthwhile issues occurring in the world today. Pain is like the news--it's always happening, all the time. There are other good things happening, really.