She gasped for breath as the waves of pain flowed over her with an unrelenting rhythm. Her lungs screamed as she tried to suck air in through her mouth, her nose was not up to the task. She saw the concerned looks in the faces of her nearest and dearest, indeed she had to shoo a couple of them out so they could not witness the distress she was in. She gulped down blackcurrant squash as often as she was able, her once favourite drink tasting like gall in her mouth. Still she drank it because she knew she had to get hydrated, and fast. She kept her eyes on the clock, and swallowed a couple of painkillers every four hours, desperate for something, anything to relieve the excruciating pain. She was no stranger to pain, had had more than her fair share of it in life, but this time it seemed more brutal, more invasive. Her chest and her back hurt, the side of her neck too. Her throat was sore, still she kept drinking, in between gasping for air. She longed for sleep, and dreaded it at the same time, she had a niggling suspicion that she might just forget to fight for breath whilst asleep, and then what? She did not want to go to hospital, one look at her and a bed would be provided. She preferred to ride the pain in the midst of those she loved and who loved her.


She sat in bed typing away. Her folks had gone out to restock her painkillers. She felt a lot better, was breathing through her nose again. Yes, her ribs and back  felt as if she’d stumbled between two cage-fighters and been given a right kicking for her effrontery, but she was still here, still at home. The storm was over.

I know someone who went through much worse pain. He didn’t have to, he chose to, out of love.

This is the season set aside to remember him. He’s not a bunny, a yellow chick, or made of chocolate.

Remember Him.

About Joxy

When I'm not cooking or thinking about cooking, then I'm writing, or thinking about writing. I love misdirection....nothing is ever what it seems!
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13 Responses to Pain

  1. Jaycee says:

    I really love this. Thanks for sharing the death of Jesus through this gripping story, I thought she would die…but she lived. Jesus died, and He arose again…even more powerful.

    • justjoxy says:

      Thanks Jaycee. I am glad she lived. I am even gladder that He died, and lives, that we may never die. Happy Easter 🙂

  2. Jaycee says:

    Favorited this post on my sidebar, hope you don’t mind me sharing 🙂

  3. Vera Ezimora says:

    Oh, sweetheart, I hope “she’s” feeling a whole lot better now??? Ndo oooo. Pele. Tell “her” not to take too many pain killers ooo

    • justjoxy says:

      Nwa nem (prob got spelling all wrong), thanks for caring. She’s a great deal better, and has eased off on the painkillers. Now if she could only get the image of a ‘certain’ okra outta her mind…

  4. Glad the storm is over.

  5. lucidlilith says:

    You should write a similar one come Christmas. 🙂

  6. Myne Whitman says:

    That’s a great story for Easter. Thanks for rolling with me on here. I wish you a blessed month.

  7. Ogochukwu says:

    Very descriptive…and to imagine that someone went thru even worse and died and still rose again…not just sitting somewhere but interceding…what manner of love is this?

    Happy Easter! Got here from Jaycee’s.

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