I have felt a bit better the past 3 days, but then it comes back & hits like a bee sting to the heart. Well, that's some of the time.
The other time it's like a gushing STAB wound to the heart. The heart... what a fragile organ. (Which reminds me, I didn't take my Lipator today.)
Sometimes it's like a bolt of lightening to the soul or maybe a hatchet to the brain.
I'll be feeling better (usually EATING, stuffing my gut or escaping my sorrows with some other ungodly addiction (shopping)) & maybe even begin to attempt a chuckle here, a chortle there, and then
KaPOW!
The old grinding, empty gut ache returns along with remembering bereavement & loss.
Like walking along thru life just fine & then that sharp, knawing pain of arthritis suddenly grips a limb when the weather turns damp... & oh yeah "I have arthritis now..." you remember new pain.
The torment & suffering returns.
Ah yeah, the pain of reality, or more to the point the agony of death.
God, what a DRAG.
But today was better.
Until now...
Until the dark.
Isn't that always the way?
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Awww, dear. It will take some time. But, in time, you'll be able to get through a string of days and nights without the pangs of pain...physical or otherwise.
((kmae))
Peace.
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