Thailand Day T+15

(Yep, Adult topics so reader discretion advised again!)

After my nurses left, I slid back down into bed to try and relax before I had my shower. Dilation is still an ordeal, necessary and something I can at least cope with but tormenting nonetheless. It didn't help that I still have this strange, uncomfortable sensation and pain running through my clitoris and pain running down my labia; presumably where the stitching is although I'm not yet at the stage where I've gone exploring and precisely located the source.

Trying to describe the feeling to my nurse a few days earlier, I had gotten as far as making a squeezing motion with my right thumb and forefinger (like Darth Vader's choking move - ah! that's what it is! When I find the Sith lord that is doing this to me, I am going to go so Jedi on their ass) and saying "squeezing pain" before she interjected. 

"Yes, squeezing feeling? And shooting pain?", she asked. That pretty much sounded like it. 

"That normal", she said reassuringly. "Lot of nerve there so that normal. If don't feel pain and don't feel anything, then something wrong." Unfortunately, that made sense and it looked like I had a bit of suffering to go endure.

Today as I was trying to relax with the usual pains and discomforts added to by the aftermath of dilation, I noticed the pain was a little different. Those sporadic shooting pains that always caused me to pause and tense up for a split second were, I assume, from nerves reconnecting and healing. Apart from those pains becoming more frequent and the general discomfort and pains being more intense today, they seemed to feel slightly different.

"There's a fine line between pleasure and pain", sang Chrissie Amphlett at one time and it seemed as though the pains were starting to head towards the line. I'm not saying that any part of this time in bed, hopelessly trying to relax, was anywhere near pleasurable. It was just this odd feeling that maybe the nerves were starting to reconnect up the right way. Any moaning that occurred was definitely in pure agony and wondering when the pain would end. At the same time, there seemed to be a light at the end of the tunnel... or maybe I was just suffering from scintillating scotoma...