I used to be a massive 'pill shamer'. I sneered at people taking painkillers for their headaches, or period pains. When I had any kind of pain, I used to live by the view that pain was there to tell us that something was wrong and, therefore, a good thing.
Today, I found myself in a lot of pain. Usual, unsurprising pain. Conked out on the sofa like usual, the babies climbed all over me, like usual: Cooper on my feet and Evie as close to my face as physically possible, every now and then 'talking' to me, to remind me she was right there, and then, once in a while, reaching out and touching my cheek on my TN side with her little paw, with all her claws out.