#9 A doodle from my moleskine, done as I waited for a ride after a dreaded gyno appointment. Yup, ouch. The doctor marveled at my "exceptionally high pain threshhold". Um, no. It bloody hurt. Just didn't see the point in crying out. But, I guess I appreciated the compliment. I'd rather have a high pain threshold than a low one, because as the Man in Black said, "Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something."
Rather perversely, I find that physical pain can have a somewhat emotionally grounding effect. It goads me into the now, and the now is pretty, fucking good...if I can just let go of all the anxiety and the "what if's".