Pain

I'm talking about the physical kind; the mental pain is too vast a topic to be covered by me right now.

Tiny stabs of pain shoot across my leg. It's like a flash of lightening, so sudden yet so unforgettable, leaving it's after-effects lingering. Each cell in my leg responds to the pain, and there is nothing I can do. The nerves are so sensitive that even a tiny movement triggers yet more pain. It feels as if white-hot knives are being repeatedly stabbed into the leg all the way to the hilt. And then it's pulled out again, just to be stabbed again with seemingly more force than before. A sudden clamping down of the area with my hands relieves me of the pain, but the forceful grip hurts too. But the relief is momentary, only lasting till the area is numb. As I remove the grip, blood starts flowing through the veins bringing lava like pain with it. It starts again; with a surly vengeance.
Soon, after a couple of hours, the pain seems to numb down, or is it just that I am used to it by now? The pain is a part of me, and it becomes easier if I embrace it, rather than strive to separate it, which will be in vain obviously. Sleep takes over, making the body system go to auto-pilot, giving the nervous system a temporary break, as it is so exhausted, it refuses to even recognize the pain shooting through the leg. It's not never-ending, of course. But the few hours it lasts, are worth a hundred hours of pain.