Pain in the ***
Yes, I do have a pain, and no, it has nothing to do with my wife or children. At one point in my life I would have scoffed at someone who suffered from chronic pain, especially head, neck and back pain. I probably would have said it was psychosomatic or something. For the last two days I have had sciatic nerve pain that truly can be called a pain in the *** . It hurts, and it makes me crabby or I’m crabby and it gives me an excuse. In any case, it has me unable to concentrate on anything other than how much it hurts.
I often wonder how pain, physical, psychological and/or sociological in my lif
e compares to other’s. How bad is it, would someone else ignore it or would they find it debilitating? Sometimes I would like to know if I’m being a baby or am toughing it out. I realize that it doesn’t really matter, to whomever owns the pain, it is real and knowing how someone else is effected is irrelevant. I wouldn’t trade my burdens for the unknown of someone else’s. I will keep my own, however significant or insignificant they may be.
I will do the best I can to remember the pain of the one who died so I could live and give Him thanks in all things. Thank you Lord that I have the ability to feel the pain that I am whining about.