One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from one to ten.
I've been asked this question hundreds of times and I remerber once when I couldn't catch my breath
and it felt like my chest was on fire. The nurse asked me to rate the pain.
Though I couldn't speak, I held up nine fingers.
Later,when I started feeling better,the nurse came in and she called me a fighter.
'You know how I know?' she said.'You called a ten a nine'
But that wasn't the truth.
I called it a nine not because I was brave.
The reason I called it a nine was because I was saving my ten.
And this was it.
This was the great and terrible ten.