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Jul. 2nd, 2003 11:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaWhenever a storm system's moving in after several clear days - on a day like today, for example - it starts up.
"Hey," my body says suggestively. "You have a metal spike through your thigh. A metal spike. Right down the middle of your thighbone. Shouldn't that hurt?"
"Shut up," I say. "I have a little residual stiffness and pain in my hip from the hip replacement, sure. But my thigh never hurt the whole time I had severe arthritis in the hip, and it doesn't hurt nineteen days out of twenty now that I don't have severe arthritis in the hip, so you must just be trying to make me imagine things."
"Throb. Throb. Throb," my body says in response. "A big ol' metal spike, that's what you have. Right through your thigh."
"Shut up," I explain. And maybe it does, for five minutes.
Then: "Throb." "Shut up!"
It's going to be like this all day. Damn it.
"Hey," my body says suggestively. "You have a metal spike through your thigh. A metal spike. Right down the middle of your thighbone. Shouldn't that hurt?"
"Shut up," I say. "I have a little residual stiffness and pain in my hip from the hip replacement, sure. But my thigh never hurt the whole time I had severe arthritis in the hip, and it doesn't hurt nineteen days out of twenty now that I don't have severe arthritis in the hip, so you must just be trying to make me imagine things."
"Throb. Throb. Throb," my body says in response. "A big ol' metal spike, that's what you have. Right through your thigh."
"Shut up," I explain. And maybe it does, for five minutes.
Then: "Throb." "Shut up!"
It's going to be like this all day. Damn it.
