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Through The Fire
She's a silent warrior. The face of chronic pain few understand. The face of going to work, even though her body is screaming at her, and putting on a mask that only others who know pain can see through. It's wearing a smile, telling everyone, "I'm good! How are you?" Even though she's near the point of vomiting, she's hurting so badly. It's coming home and letting a little of the fatigue and pain show through, but still not letting them know how bad it is as she helps with dinner or chores. Because they don't understand. It's taking what she has for pain finally, only for it to barely work, and all she can do is curl up in bed and try to sleep. She can hear the messages coming in from her other half that's 1000 miles away, but can't answer because it's so bad by now that her hands feel like someone is shattering them with a hammer. It's covering her face with a pillow to scream in, because she shifted wrong trying to get comfortable and instead triggered a stronger wave of pain and now she's begging any diety listening for it to stop. Going to the ER is a joke. They blow her off... make her wait an ungodly amount of time because "you're not doing your part and getting it treated" or they think she's a pain pill chaser. So, instead, she stays home and hopes it'll stop. It's wanting someone with her to try and comfort her, but hating putting anyone through watching her deal with this and not be able to help. So she does it alone. And puts on that same brave face in the morning to do it all over again.
Through The Fire
She's a silent warrior. The face of chronic pain few understand. The face of going to work, even though her body is screaming at her, and putting on a mask that only others who know pain can see through. It's wearing a smile, telling everyone, "I'm good! How are you?" Even though she's near the point of vomiting, she's hurting so badly. It's coming home and letting a little of the fatigue and pain show through, but still not letting them know how bad it is as she helps with dinner or chores. Because they don't understand. It's taking what she has for pain finally, only for it to barely work, and all she can do is curl up in bed and try to sleep. She can hear the messages coming in from her other half that's 1000 miles away, but can't answer because it's so bad by now that her hands feel like someone is shattering them with a hammer. It's covering her face with a pillow to scream in, because she shifted wrong trying to get comfortable and instead triggered a stronger wave of pain and now she's begging any diety listening for it to stop. Going to the ER is a joke. They blow her off... make her wait an ungodly amount of time because "you're not doing your part and getting it treated" or they think she's a pain pill chaser. So, instead, she stays home and hopes it'll stop. It's wanting someone with her to try and comfort her, but hating putting anyone through watching her deal with this and not be able to help. So she does it alone. And puts on that same brave face in the morning to do it all over again.