I have been recently diagnosed with Sjogren's Syndrome, an autoimmune disease which is an ongoing medical condition that affects my energy level and causes fatigue and joint pain.
I've had back problems basically my whole career.
The most feared thing should be death, but after a lot of rumination, I have settled to fear incessant pain. It is not a 'screaming hysterically' kind of fear but a silently lurking one.
I don't know whether you ever get over things that cause you pain.
I am the type of guy that always looks into the future. But, of course, you never completely forget a javelin in your shoulder.
Learn, he says, that there will be hours, days and months ahead of feeling absolutely terrible and nothing can change that; neither new girlfriends, health professionals, changes of diet, dope, humility, or God.
The pain is there; when you close one door on it, it knocks to come in somewhere else.
How many times already had I encountered the painful lesson that although we may wish for the barb to be pulled from our flesh, it leaves a welt that doesn't heal?
I wasn't able to explode, jump, run - not even walk without pain being in the back of my leg. Every time I bent my leg, even in a walking motion, I was wondering what was wrong with me. But I stuck with it.
Intense, unexpected suffering passes more quickly than suffering that is apparently bearable; the latter goes on for years and, without our noticing, eats away at our souls, until, one day, we are no longer able to free ourselves from the bitterness and it stays with us for the rest of our lives.
Misery is a match that never goes out.
For many years my inherited arthritis had given me problems.
Pain is to be endured. It ends or it does not.
Hurts of childhood live on; in one form or other they are there to the end.
Historic scores cannot be settled, and scars cannot be obliterated.
Everyone knows what toothache's like: it's one of those dull pains that just won't go away.
Pain - has an Element of Blank It cannot recollect When it begun - or if there were a time when it was not - It has no Future - but itself - Its Infinite contain Its Past - enlightened to perceive New Periods - of Pain.
Even the most malignant gods would not continue to inflict life upon humanity, time without end.
Many of our troubles are chronic. Life is chronic.
Sorrow like a ceaseless rain Beats upon my heart. People twist and scream in pain-- Dawn will find them still again; This has neither wax nor wane, Neither stop nor start.
If a few minutes of suffering could make me so angry, what would years of it do? Even a stone can be worn down with enough rain.
