Bizarre. I just remembered something about last week. M can vouch for me on this one. I’m glad I told her. Otherwise I’d be feeling extra-insane right about now.
I was feeling an unfamiliar discomfort in my gut — way up into the ribcage and below the heart and lungs — that was difficult to describe. Thought it might have been an ulcer or something. I even started researching ulcer symptoms.
It wasn’t classic abdominal pain. Nor was it respiratory. It was more of a mental thing. Thoughts I couldn’t shake from my mind, as if I was having flashbacks of a nightmare I couldn’t remember the details of. I was constantly visualizing some sort of tearing of tissue in my chest. Like a knife going through meat.
They say dogs can feel our pain. Perhaps it goes both ways.