It's been months. I know. I'm a terrible blogger! I was better when I was going through the sh*tstorm of western medicine. Interesting.
People are dying all around me. I feel as if I'm in the eye of a tornado. Somehow, I'm suspended in time as others fall into the vortex of the graveyard.
But, I go on. I do what I can to help others. I do what I can to keep my family happy. Sometimes, that means lying about how I feel. Sometimes, there's no point in complaining, because it only brings sympathy, or empathy, or some other pathy. If there's no bandaid for what hurts, I'll just keep limping.
Actually, I am limping. I pulled something in my leg a few days ago, but I've been rubbing holistic muscle goop into it, stretching, and it's working its way out. See? No reason to complain. It wasn't enough to go to a doc. I did see my massage therapist who went to town. I didn't even tell her about it, because my neck, shoulders and back are always a mess for a variety of delightful reasons. But, she found that sucker and, she lives by the "no mercy" rule. Well, we haven't discussed that, but she will go TO TOWN on any adhesion until it simply gives up. She jumps on the table, she uses her elbow like a slow but powerful jackhammer. I hope she never leaves NY.
Most days, I am super grateful to be here still. Other days, I feel as if I'm on borrowed time, and wonder when it will run out. Tick. Tock.
