And, as batshit crazy as I have been, I also respect what my body needs. It’s the only body I have so I better be good to it.
Smoking was my crutch. It was my best friend. I loved it. Smoking never failed me. It was there in my darkest hours and my lightest ones. But I needed to break it off.
I visited my surgeon’s office the next day, where I gladly assumed rabbit pose to make the hernia appear. My surgeon felt it. We scheduled surgery. I’m hopeful that tomorrow’s surgery will prevent last Tuesday’s pain from happening ever again.
Journey. How many inspirational quotes have you read about the word journey? I equate journey to the word life, excluding when I have blinders tightly fastened for fear I will…