Pain

SOUR: Cramps. Why? Is it not bad enough that we are forced to deal with this situation AT ALL? Why must we also be subjected to stabbing, neverending pain that can only be subdued by a bottle of wine? Why are we forced to be in a bad mood, wear a permanent scowl, and cancel plans because of this affliction? Yes, I admit I would rather have this problem right now than the alternative. But as I sit here at my desk and feel as though the spawn of Satan is attempting to free himself from my body, I can't help but ask WHY?