Comfort Zone

My ass hurts.

I don't mean to be so vulgar, but the fact is, my ass hurts.

I remember talking to my doctor the morning after the third surgery on my left pelvis, telling him how sore a particular spot was, when he pointed to his own rear end and asked if that's where it hurt. Yes, I said. He said simply,"Yes, well, we spent an awful lot of time there."

It still hurts there. Luckily, though, it seems most of my other pains are gone. My right knee is feeling pretty solid, and the incisions themselves aren't painful. My left foot is still numbish and tingly (or sparkly, as I described the sensation to Dr. Furie), but otherwise the real pain is isolated to my left hip. It's a deep, constant ache, and considering they spent several hours in there over the course of three surgeries, it seems only right that it still hurts.