It seems that whenever I set out to illustrate how my pain feels, I draw sharp angular lines.
Although I keep a ton of art supplies close by—literally in piles next to me on my sofa—, I tend to reach for my pencil and ruler and start mapping out lines.
During the past few months, I’ve been trying to do more, in spite of the pain I live with daily.
Today, however, the pain forced me to do less. I can’t sit without feeling piercing pain through the right side of my pelvis from where a huge cyst was surgically removed almost four years ago, after I’d lived under the shroud of a misdiagnosis for two years. I also can’t stand without that same piercing pain shooting up and down my right leg and through my right hip.
