This Too Shall (hopefully) Pass

Wicked pain.  Bad pain.  Feels like my legs are being ripped apart. I'm being repeatedly stabbed in the urethra by barbed arrows.  My bladder is a cauldron of hot, bubbling oil. I'm pissing blood.  I'm praying madly that God - or whoever is in charge -  please end this pain.  My son just tried to help by running his fingers through my hair.  My eldest saw me weeping and tried to console me.  It worked... until he was out of the room.

It's a start.

Okay, pity party is ending... I think.  

*sigh*