So, in the interest of my sanity, and my one year anniversary and since this is the forum to express myself; not the doctor’s office, I will keep this short and pithy…
I hate it when, I am forced to think about breathing or my heart beating.
I hate it when, my heart flip-flops and scares the be-Jesus out of me.
I hate it when my toes look and feel like "Snausages" doggie treats.
I hate it when, I have to tell Skip I don’t feel good —again.
I hate it when, I feel like death warmed over.
I hate it when, the nurse takes my blood while fighting with her boyfriend on a cell phone crooked in her neck.
I hate it when, I think of doctors (but I suspect they hate thinking about me, too)... We’re even!
I hate it when, doctors toss pills around like candy and....oh hell, I'm not going there....
I hate it when, my chest hurts and feels so full, I would not be surprised if the next moment looked like a scene from "Alien".
But...
I love that I am still here and I can come to this blog, and be myself, whatever myself is that day.
OOOOH...That felt good!
Happy Anniversary Heart, You are doing a great job!
I love it when I think of you! You're a great role model. Dale F.
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