“Can you describe the pain for me?” The doctor asked.
“Yeah… Uh… It’s sharp but dull. Constant and heavy, and it radiates.”
“Where is it located?” She inquired further.
“Oh, well… Everywhere.”
“Everywhere?” Asked the doctor, skeptically.
“Yes. But it starts in my brain. And then my heart. And somehow makes my whole body numb.”
The doctor just stared at me quizzically, but I felt that the silence begged further explanation.
“Well, there’s different triggers. Sometimes just a thought, or a feeling, or a memory… And it leads to more thoughts and feelings and memories. Usually a painful idea or self deprication are involved, but eventually it leads to this. I’m not able to function or to work. I can’t concentrate and I don’t feel well.”
The doctor paused long enough for a brief look of pity to flash across her face.
“I see. Well I’m not able to treat you for feelings. Are you otherwise feeling well? Have you had your flu shot?”
“No, I haven’t had a flu shot yet.”
“Great, I’ll send one of the nurses get to that then!”
She left the room and as the door was slowly creeping shut, I listened to the click click click of her heels as she disappeared down the hall.
Alone in the room, I looked around and opened some drawers cautiously and quietly, not wanting to get caught snooping. In the first drawer just a basket of condoms and a roll of gauze next to a box of unopened tongue depressors. But in the second drawer I found a box of sealed, foggy plastic bags with the word ‘sterile’ printed neatly across them. I looked closer. They were a medical instrument looking like a blade or scalpel or something of the sort. A gold mine.
I tucked several of the bags into my purse and shut the drawers just as the nurse walked in.
“Alrighty, you’ll just feel a pinch and you’ll be out of here in no time! I’m actually quite good at these, Theorie nearly painless,” she beamed.
I smiled at her efforts, thinking about how good she must be with children… “Oh, I’ve never minded physical pain.”