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Show 51 The Giant Blood Clot and the Enema Queen We are in our car on our way to the grocery store, Hy and I, and I am remembering, because of an odd climbing pain in the back of my right knee, that I was awakened during this past night with this same pain. I tried to massage it gone during the night. It is back now, if it was ever really gone at all. I am aware now that it has probably been there all morning, lurking there, at the edge of my awareness. It does not massage into quiescence. Instead, it is seeming to worsen and with each passing moment, it is seeming to climb higher and higher, up the back of my thigh. I am alarmed. I am used to being in pain but this is different. This is not muscle pain. "We need to stop by the doctor's," I say to Hy and he is regarding me slowly, turning the car off the road onto the edge and idling there. It is groceries we need, not another medical crisis and we both understand this. "Now," I add. I can hear sadness in my voice and wonder what my body knows that my mind is only barely sketching. "Why?" he is asking and I really do not know how to define my concern without sounding like an alarmist. I tell him of this pain from last night and explain how it is worse now and getting worse with each passing moment and without further questioning, he turns the car back onto the road and towards my doctor's office. I am thankful for his trust. I am sad to have to use it so often. |