Hello, “Pain”,
While I can’t truthfully say I’m happy to have you once again this close to me, I do have to admit that you know how to make a man know he is alive – and wish he wasn’t! You are a persistant bastard, too. Since you arrived for your latest visit you have not allowed me one moment of relaxation or more than a 20 minute nap. While I understand that you are close to your brother, “Hurt”, who shares this body with me – you have to understand that even a Bull has his limits of endurance. I have reached mine! The two of you together have pushed me as far as I can go. Medications have no effect when the two of you conspire against me. My current meditation becomes impossible. Life is hardly worth the living, and Lady Beth worries she will find herself with a corpse to deal with rather than a living, loving husband. She is too young to be a widow.
‘Tis time for you to leave, “Pain”. Be gone from me. Assail me no more! Oh, I know that “Hurt” will remain. We are inextricably linked. That is the price I paid – and gladly – for the ability to walk again and free myself from wheelchairs and walkers. However you, “Pain”, were not a part of that deal. Financially you ruined me when you lived in me before and on that front you can do little further damage. So pack your bags and get out already! Oh, you may hang on, but take note: I’m sick of you and if you insist on staying I *will* jump up the meds and do you in. If that doesn’t do it, I’ll change meds to something more formidable. Either way, I’ll win.
Be gone, and bother me no more!
Omar, out.
