Five minutes go by...
It's still here. Hmmm, okay. I'll go hide behind my desk and try to relax, try to will it away.
Ten minutes pass...
People are noticing. I can't hide it, and I see the worry in their eyes. I've done this before. I'll be okay. I can't seem to shake it though.
Thirty minutes pass...
"What does he think?"
"We should call someone. This isn't right."
I hear the walkies, the conversation.
"The ambulance is here."
I've lost. I couldn't will it away. I wonder what it could be? Is it really something I can't understand?
--"Hello Mrs. Hubbard, let's go over your information. Have you had any other symptoms? When did this start?" Etc. Etc. Etc.
--"Everything came back okay. If you are feeling better, you can go home."
That was my afternoon yesterday. A jarring and startling pain that caught me off guard. A spasm that I've had on many occasions, but it's been so long since I've felt pain like that.
Yet, everything is fine now.
I don't know.
Better safe than sorry but frustrating none the less. A reminder that sometimes we don't know what is happening to us. Sometimes we are reminded of those who care about us, for us.