Well, it's been a year.
This is my second try, writing it all down. I just trashed a 2-page draft that detailed the whole thing from start to finish, although there wasn't really a start, no moment when it hit me that something was wrong. People are so resilient that even when things aren't going the way they're supposed to we rationalize, one little weird moment after another until they've piled up and you realize you can't put off going to a doctor any longer. Even when you've had an upset stomach...for a year. Even when the pain you're only supposed to get one week a month slowly creeps, one day at a time, into every single day. Even when the pain stops you mid-sentence, a short, stabbing shot, or sometimes a long, excruciating pull on your nerves, stretching them like taffy from your back all the way down to your legs, buckling under you in the middle of your kitchen. It's only then that it occurs to you that maybe you should get your ass to a doctor. (Although my hippie pa