But now.
The Pain.
It ebbs and flows in most of our days (some of us have higher pain thresholds and don't feel it as much), but when it finds it's mark, it strikes and sinks it's teeth in.
It becomes a locus of misery stretching from skull to tail-bone.
Pain that knocks us on our ass, bring tears to our eyes as our head yearns for the tabletop, and the struggle to cope invades our mind.
Pain medications rarely cure.
There must be a new weather system approaching. Fall approaches.
Uggg.
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