Pain – A Poem

Ashley Davidoff MD

You came with no warning and no invitation

You came with a single message of doom and gloom

I had no control

It was fate

It was no joke

I had to take you seriously

You seem to be endless and to be going nowhere

With the unintended intention to taunt and haunt me

The source of my suffering

Since the dawn of man

You have accompanied us with a not so gentle reminder

That everything is not OK

Some say you are protective

But it is sometimes hard to understand

All I know is that I suffer

Nociceptors sense the feeling

They come in different forms

Trnasmitting pain from pressure, prick, or improper heat,

– or a severe lack of it

Quickly the sensation travels

On the A delta or C train-

Impulses that run their course

From source to spinal cord

With sizzling hot news of my experience

Where they snap to a halt as they clap as a synapse

And get a second order of direction

At the gate of decision

Which waves them on to a new thoughtless action

On their way to master control.

And through and via the wire of the RAS

Which awakens an awareness of you;

And then to the thalamic relay

Where they get their new orders:

To whom they should turn

And what direction to take.

In the higher levels of limbic autonomic and homunculus centers

The sense becomes real

And the feeling becomes severe

And after all the science

I know not what to do

But to increase my heart rate a little,

Contract a muscle and a gland or two

And perhaps let out a scream at the height –

And impugn your intrusive impudence that imposes on me

And then sometimes

We use the eyes and guise

Of X-ray Eyes

Or try a tincture of opiate

To extirpate the excruciate –

And then sometimes to no avail

Yet I could care less about your wonderful pathways of biology and science

I know that I hurt -but in a different way

It is not that pain that I feel

But the pain of fate

That was handed to me as a card in a bad deal of nature

And I have no choice but to deal with it …..

But it hurts!