In Her Skin
She hasn’t slept for days. The pain in her leg reminds her of ten million tiny coal miners chipping away at her bone marrow with their axes, sledge hammers and sharp picks. “When do these little guys ever take a lunch?” she wonders. They set off fire bombs from the inside of her, destroying chunks of tissue, muscle, and shards of bone. They light the fuses and her nerves shoot like electricity from one end of her leg to the next, making her gasp for air. Now, her entire leg IS pain. It is no longer a leg. It is no longer HER leg. It belongs to a monster. To a disease she does not yet understand.
The limb is only pain and fire and crushing, sawing icicle bone. When she closes her eyes, she cannot picture what the leg looks like. She can only see purple…
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Posted on November 30, 2015, in RSD/CRPS, Uncategorized and tagged awareness, Chronic pain, crps, emergency room chronic pain, fibromyalgia, Fiction, Fiction writing, neuropathic pain, opioids for pain relief, pain meds, pain pills, rsd, small fiber neuropathy, Spoonie, young and in pain. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.