She sat at her desk staring at her tablet, stylus in hand. Her stomach was tied up in knots. She had woken up at three that morning, the pain throbbing in her abdomen. It was always like this. She had no idea why. She never knew if it was emotional or dietary. Not that it mattered. Pain was pain. Some days it pissed her off, which only made it worse. Some days she just surrendered to it, curled up on the couch and watched old black and white movies all day.