Discomfort
Short Essay
Last Saturday, pain and Discomfort in my lower right abdomen. Last Sunday, visit to the urgent care clinic. By midnight on Monday, appendix removed.
Discomfort, mostly, until it was more.
Discomfort. A word and feeling I’ve only gotten to know very well since quitting alcohol in 2024. Discomfort is a dimension of intuitive knowing—that something is wrong, that something is “off”, that something is about to happen—which resurfaced early in sobriety. And now, I use Discomfort as an indicator, a way finder. It is a beacon that indicates where there is trouble, it takes up space and blocks the way when something needs clearing, and it lets me know where the boundary exists between routine life and expansive life.
One week after surgery, I feel Discomfort very strongly. Today, it’s letting me know that the things I must do when I “clock in” on Monday are too divergent from the things I’d otherwise choose to do with my time (rest, write, plan, create and live an expansive life). It’s saying, “Do what you must there, but only do the bare minimum, and bring your best back home.”
Heard, Discomfort: loud and clear ❤️
Wishing you a prompt recovery, and in the meantime, yes: lots of rest.
Hang in there, Becky. Discomfort will be used in past tense soon enough.