Sometimes that's the way the pain comes. Nothing gradual about it. No warning. Just a bright red dodge ball caught in the stomach during gym class. Whipping your head so fast you don't know what hit you. One minute you are good and the next - BAM. And, as I've said before, you'd do just about anything to get rid of it.
Pain, that jack of all trades, is pretty darn good at blind-siding it's victims.
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