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Thank you so much for being here.
Pain is Weird
Pain can come
Out of nowhere
No fall
No injury
I’m not even sick
Yet my left ankle is throbbing
And the output is a limp
What was the input
What turned up the alarm
I didn’t turn funny
I didn’t trip
My nutrition is great
Is it my mind playing tricks?
Quick—
get me an ice pack
And some wine (not really
I don’t drink wine)
I’ll lie down
Retrace my day
Why does my ankle
have so much to say?
Is it really about this afternoon?
What the doctor said…
"This is concerning, a biopsy will be sent"
My entire body felt cold
I froze—could cancer be taking hold?
I grabbed my husband's hand
As he sat in the bed,
pale and weak
I kissed his cheek
My mind raced with all
sorts of terrible thoughts
Could that be the reason
my left ankle feels like
it’s in knots?
I’ll take some deep breaths
This doesn’t mean death
My brain has it wrong
My ankle is fine and strong
I will not freak out
I know what this pain is about
I will move my ankle as
I read to my son
I will get a good night’s sleep
An optimistic attitude I will keep
Though my nerves are on high alert
I have some ways to turn it down
What I say and believe about my
ankle is more important now—
This discomfort is temporary
I’m physically fine
My nervous system is
looking out for me
during this time.
Pain is so weird
So strange at times
I woke up the next day
Sore but fine—a run will
do me some good to
clear my mind.
Movement I love to
decrease the protection
and give my body evidence
that we are moving in the right direction.
—Thank you brain but I got this
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Pain is weird