Creative nonfiction writings and ruminations of a Family Physician. Much of this will be medical musing, patient and doctor stories, but I reserve the right to wander. Please feel free to add your comments and experiences!
Monday, February 27, 2006
The color of pain
What color is pain? I wondered this when I stubbed my bare toe on the shower door today. After I finished hopping and cussing, that is. Dang, that hurts like a mutha!
White, I think. Stubbed toe pain is white. Like a lightning bolt. It should be called "stabbed" toe, given how it feels. A spike of white jabbing fire, followed by a roll of thunder up the foot and leg, all the way to the brain, which shorts out from the storm, temporarily.
Ow, ow, ow! (hop, hop, hop)
As I adjust my position in the chair, I feel the pain of overworked muscles. Orange. Orange and stringy, grabbing my attempts to move and pulling me up short with a smirk.
"Silly woman. Serves you right."
Childbirth. Maroon. The color of blood, of course, but more than that. A deep, rich, steady color. Earthy, like life itself, like the gooey wiggly thing you're squeezing out. Deeper, more profound than any pain you've ever felt. It takes hold all the way to your roots. Pressure at the molecular level.
Having been a clinic doc for twenty years, I've reached a point where I want to enrich my life and expand my skill horizons. Hence my creative writing efforts. So far successes include first place in the 2005 SouthWest Writer's Essay contest, co-authorship of a published book called 50 Ways to Leave Your 40s, and a regular health column in the Daily Lobo Newspaper.