Chronic “pain” as a spouse is the perfect metaphor. I can’t push through it, I have to use patience and understanding and it’s always somewhere on my mind. That

Chronic “pain” as a spouse is the perfect metaphor. I can’t push through it, I have to use patience and understanding and it’s always somewhere on my mind. That’s the only way to make progress or be sane long term. I’ve grown and matured because of it. I’ve also experienced the post surgery pain that briefly takes you out of this world. For a split second I was in the Hell dimension a la Event Horizon the movie before I had taken my first dose of opiates and had adjusted my arm too much. I don’t mean the pain was hellishly bad; I didn’t cry out which is probably what a 10/10 pain would elicit. It was more like dread and “seeing” but not with vision the mutilated flesh and gore inside my repaired wrist.