No pain for a week...

That's dangerous for someone like me.

I'd run until my feet bleed.

I'd squat until my legs gave up on me.

Might even go under the knife get plastic surgery. Just to get a picture perfect body.

After my week is gone and my pain is back.

I'd remember that pain is what I need.

Pain is what makes me human being.

Pain makes you comprehend things that your own cognitive thoughts can't see.

Pain can control us or we can control pain.

Remember that when you feel back pain you don't go to the doctor. Remember that when you feel pain from rejection and no longer feel significant. Remember that when you feel pain when your exercising; suddenly give up.

Pain is mundane we have to listen to it. Pain makes us thrive. Pain makes us powerful. Pain means we're still alive.

Pain means it's recovery time.

So the truth is a week without pain is trouble for a human being.

If no bones

broke

If no muscles

cramped

If no tendons

Tore

If no orifices

Clogged

If no surfaces

Gaped

If no veins

Spurted

If no arteries

Burst

If no blood vessels

shrank or swelled

If no passageways were

Obstructed

If no beating

ceased

If no air was

Taken in

If no toxins were

Expelled

If, when bruised,

I smiled

If, when cut,

I laughed

If, when fractured,

I danced

If, when cut

Wide open

Left to bleed

To death

I celebrated

If, then

I would dare

To bare my

Guts

My inner

Most self

Expose myself wholly

To love

Pain. Pain. I have been hurt so much that when a knife slips while cutting vegetables I stare at the blood for a minute before I feel the sting. There are so many different aspects of pain that if I could live without it I may be a completely different person. Pain? Love. If I couldn't feel pain for a week would I not feel love, since there is so much hurting in the love I feel?

Let's see what I should say. I would be clumsier than I already am while cutting things and would build all the fires I could build. I'd take a pan out of the oven with my bare hands, I would eat hot soup without hesitating. I would love without a fear of falling. This is my idea of living life to the fullest.

I don't think I could trust myself to not feel pain for that alotted time. I would either live normally or live dangerously, however, just because I don't feel pain doesn't mean it's not there. If I sliced my finger cutting onions and cannot feel the knife's blade, I would continue letting the blood flow. After the week was over the cut would still be there. Some scars we create hurt more as they heal.

Pain is not the best part of life but it is integral. I'm afraid of it but I need it at the same time; I need to be reminded of my mortality on a daily basis.

Does that include this heartache I feel in my chest?

Will my heart not feel likes it's breaking for a whole week.

I would love for this depression to go away even if its just for a little while.

I would be able to focus on what needs to be done.

With no pain I wouldn't get into fights with my older brother on a daily routine.

I wouldn't need to.

When it comes to the physical aspect of pain

I would get the tattoos I have been too afraid to get and the few piercing I want too

I would run as much as I can as the ache in my knees will be gone

and my chest won't ache, my muscles won't cramp up forcing me to stop.

I would run everyday of the week because thats is truly the only time I feel free

but my body holds me back from achieving that.

Wait, I'd actually get to live without pain for an entire week? Seven full days? As someone who experiences pain 24/7/365, what I would give for one day, one hour, one minute without pain is beyond most people's comprehension.

I could go out for a walk without collapsing in agony on the couch afterwards. I could schedule a get-together with friends at any time and know that I'll be able to keep the appointment when it comes around. I could sleep an entire night through without dreaming of unrelenting, bizarre means of torture, needles plunging into my body, or a vise squeezing my head until my eyeballs are ready to pop out of my skull.

In a week without pain I could go to the movie theater and actually take off my sunglasses while watching the film and not feel the insidious pressure of a migraine building in the back of my head. Hell, I could go see every movie that's out there, go to a double showing, or even an extra-long special event and not need to stand in the back of the theater so my legs and neck don't seize up. I could crank up the music as loud as I wanted with the only thing to worry about being the neighbors complaining. I could swim a few laps, go to a yoga class, drive my fiance anywhere he needs to go whenever he needs to get there.

No pain, and I would be able to sit at my computer and work a full, eight-hour day and not have to turn down assignments because I need to get up too frequently to put in the necessary hours. Then I'd have enough money to be able to pay rent and eat in the same month!!

Basically, without pain, I could live the life other people take for granted. Is that so much to want or to ask for? Right now, though, it seems about as attainable as reaching out and grabbing the moon.

(c) 2017 Miriam Ruff

#nopain #challenge #prose

If I couldn't feel pain for a week, I'd be like a balloon cut loose from its ties. I'd soar away with nothing holding me back, nothing keeping me grounded.

If I couldn't feel pain for a week, my dark side wouldn't exist. I'd be happy as a lark, smiling all the time.

If I couldn't feel pain for a week, I wouldn't feel the effect of people's harsh words. I wouldn't feel the let-down when some people don't say anything at all.

If I couldn't feel pain for a week, watch out world, here I come. I'd do anything I've ever wanted to do, without fear of possible pain.

If I couldn't feel pain for a week, I wouldn't feel pain for a week. And that would be new and exciting. But after a week, would I want to continue life that way? Doesn't pain add to life, as another whole level of emotion and feeling?

Pain has a purpose.

Pain is necessary.

How would you know if you'd injured yourself?

How would you know if you were at risk?

Know you were ill?

Know you'd pushed yourself too far?

Know you needed help?

I devoured fantasy fiction as a teen into my twenties and one of those series was the Chronicles of Thomas Covenant. A leper in modern times who finds himself transported to a magical world where he gets cured every time he visits but while on earth he has to constantly perform a ritual visual check on himself for injuries. A "visual surveilance of extremities."

The disease does just that, it kills your sensory nerves meaning you can't feel pain and that leads to very nasty injuries, infections and complications.

If I was incapable of feeling pain I'd be damned careful until I was cured and got it back...

1. I'd go out and get that one battle scar across my eye that would complete my look.

2. Go for a world record of some sort.

3. Socialize... like with the humans.

4. Exercise

5.Run a marathon.

6. Smash my already broken guitar.

6. Cook Dinner for the fam

7. Buy multiple expensive items that I want, but can't bring myself to buy, ie. A new guitar, a piano, high quality headphones, a publisher, and around 30+ video games that have been on my wishlist for months now.

8. Maybe I'd study... like... as in... doing... actual schoolwork.

*shivers

So, no pain for a week, huh?

No emotional or psychological pain, either, then. No heartbreak, no regret, no crippling loneliness--nada. That's a pretty dangerous power to give. People could go pretty crazy with that.

I'd remove myself from all the relationships I'm in with people who routinely make me feel awful. I'd break it off with all the people who say they love me and don't, all the people who patronize me, all the people who exclude me when it's convenient to them. I'd list off all the wrongs that people have done to me and remove them from my life accordingly, breaking off all ties and connections that I have with them. I'd make sure that after the week was over, it would be more than clear that every false friend I had would never interact with me on a personal level ever again. I would tell some of them that I never want to see them again, and that would be the end of that. When the week is over, I know I'll feel the anguish of losing dozens of people close to me, and my heart will break over and over for every one of them. But I'd know that what I did was right, because none of them would ever have the power to break my heart again. I could finally let them all go.

I'd talk to all the people I've always thought were cool. I wouldn't fear the pain of rejection, or the anxiety, or failure, and I could just talk to them, and tell them how rad they seem to me. Maybe most of them would be all weirded out and try to make polite conversation until they find an oppurtunity for escape, but maybe a few--or, really, even just one--might think that I'm cool, too. At the end of the week, yeah, I'd feel a little embarrassed, but I'd know someone else better, and I might even have some new friends to replace the ones I let go.

I'd let the people in my life and the things around me make me happy. I'd laugh and learn and love without worrying about how things are going to end up with me and life and the world. I wouldn't be afraid of the future like I am now, so I could finally live in the moment. I would be stronger and riskier and more trusting and just happier. Yeah, things would hurt again in a few days, and life would stabilize eventually, but so many bad influences in my life would be removed almost instantaneously. A week without pain would be the first week in an entirely new life.

If only.

No pain for 7 days would be heaven. I have enough pain to last a lifetime, to go 1 week without it would be bliss. I'm talking all types of pain, Mental, Physical, Emotional, Social, Psychological, all pain would cease to exist for 7 days. I would be able to breathe again, really take in my surroundings and enjoy life again. Just for 1 week. I would be a nicer person that 1 week. I would be more caring and nurturing towards my family and friends. Pain gets in the way of happiness. Pain takes away from doing what you dream to do. Pain is endless. Pain is unkind. I wouldn't be able to put a price on what it would mean to have no pain for 1 week. It would be priceless.