TEA AND SYMPATHY

     The next few blog postings will almost certainly be short. Not so much sweet as brief as I peck out literally one finger additions. Furthermore, the tea and sympathy are useless, paper tigers in the face of rip roaring attackers at the gate.

Pain has visited. I have had broken bones and big surgeries. But this is a pain that just won't quit and hence the sympathy. Too often too many of us have patted ourselves on the back as we resisted the siren song of pain relief, Oh, how brave we are, were, take your choice. But not really.

Here I sit since Friday morning. To breathe is to hurt. To talk is to feel that pain. Just to take pictures is pain. And knowing that relief in a more reasonable manner must wait till tomorrow - if then - is not the news one wants to hear. FOR WHO KNOWS THE SHAPE OF THAT RELIEF! I do not want more pills. I do not want more temporary relief, but rather a more permanent one.

So, my friends, the next time you or yours has deadly pain, do not be so smug and self congratulatory. It is so easy to slip into that blessed state, that peace the cessation of the roar of pain will bring. There has got to be a better way. THERE MUST.