The fear is gone this morning. Well, not gone, but sitting in its cubbyhole like an kindergarten hamster. The big Fear is lurking with it. I can’t guarantee they won’t return, but for now I am a millpond.
In other words in times of stress that means less thinking, more caring.
They have promised me part of the colon section back in a jar. Imagine the endless possibilities for humor (or a charity auction donation). My (step)mother observed that I need to get one of my friends to knit me a colon cozy.
As for this morning, I am heading for the hospital dressed like I’m going to a con. May as well go to battle with all flags flying.
“NO TUBE” is written on my right nostril in Sharpie. “NOT HERE” is written on each elbow, per a suggestion in comments. The house is being made ready for me to return sometime next week.
All that’s left is to go.
As the man said, I’ll be back.
I love you all.