life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings

life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings

Don't Talk Like That...

I write to find out what my heart thinks....

I write to expose and work through the ugly parts of this raunchy disease. My words always help me understand that in this life there will be times that are crappy painful and unexpected but tucked in there are the amazingly wonderful, too. That is when I realized the only control I have over any of this is how I chose to experience them! I realized that I could understand, celebrate can survive even better when I could express these feelings with my own words of courage, humor, and grace. I am the Queen of my own life and the choice is mine!

I am here to celebrate my life, to uncover my fears, to hold on to love, to grieve my losses, to laugh long and hard, and to learn how to live a full magnificent life with heart failure.

I am honoring my creativity, and exploring all of my emotions out loud ...before anyone can say....."Don't talk like that!"


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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

I might spit....

Caution......Serious GROUSING ahead!
This has been crap!  I have never had anything physically hurt this much and for this long!  Yes I know I have been spoiled over the past few years and the pain I did experience could be quickly dispelled; I mean a matter of seconds, with no pain medicine hang-over….the joys of nitro-glycerin! Now the ribs ache like crazy and the damned incision will not heal and close.  The discomfort and pain is chronic and I am so frustrated with it I want to spit!  I hate this, I hate this….my heart is better but my chest hurts more now than it ever did, it is not how this was supposed to be.  And they all keep telling me relax, it is going to get better, in the meantime time I cannot sit here and let it take over my life, but I might spit!

                                                                             "Jagged Little Pills"  Alanis Morisette

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