As we settle into our new and frightening reality, I can’t stop thinking about that existential feeling of dread I felt on election night when it became apparent Trump was going to win against all odds. It was a little like the sacroiliac injection I had a few years earlier. After an anesthetic shot that took care of any surface discomfort, this long spinal needle was driven into the deepest part of my physical body. I gutterally groaned at the depth of the pain, it was nothing like I had felt before. Sometimes doctors will tell you that cortisone shots are like a miracle, that you’ll feel better within days, but this was not the case for me. My lower back still hurt…