Time and pain. Quite the relationship. Time will inevitably bring pain, and eventually time will relieve pain. Time and pain go hand-in-hand. Naturally there's not much comfort when having pain, but there's the hope that with time, pain will pass, though time seemingly will not pass quick enough, and brings no comfort in the present. As time moves on there's the inevitable, more pain, more often. But there's always the knowledge and hope for a better time that is pain free. Pain makes you think of your own mortality, and with each passing year there's the realization that you are much closer to the end verses the beginning. So at 2am, there's not much else to think about besides the pain, depriving me of sleep and rest. Relentless at times, my normal cheerful demeanor is put to the test... and sometimes fails. Logic and reason offers no solace. But there's always hope to comfort me. The good news... pain doesn't compound upon itself... so intense pain elsewhere makes you forget about aching knees. Still, time heals... and I hope it always will.
