I outwitted myself. I was trying to tell the world, without being totally depressing, I’ve got some issues with my heart and am not in a good place, physically or emotionally. I’ve had a great deal of surgery, from a double mastectomy less than two years ago, to multiple redesigns of my digestive system, to remodeling of my spine … with varying degrees of success. I’m a mass of scars — literal, not figurative — and now, I seem to need a new mitral valve and who knows what else.
I don’t feel well and I’m having a hard time being witty, clever, and frankly — right now — writing at all.
So I apologize for trying to set my own issues subtly in a post about A-Rod. No one even noticed what I said I guess. Regardless, I’m having trouble keeping up with this. I’m having trouble breathing. Walking. And given one thing and another, thinking. I’m confused, frightened, and not sure what I am going to do.
For now, I need to drink coffee and see if I can make my brain function. I feel like my head is stuffed with kapok.
- How did your doctor’s appointment go? (teepee12.com)
- Me, A-Rod and Raw Onion (teepee12.com)
- Women choose body art over reconstruction after cancer battle (theguardian.com)