Funny how a seemingly innocuous, random, run-of-the mill visit to a medicine man can stop you in your tracks and turn everything slightly upside down, inside out and every which way but the way you expect it to be.
Today, as I closed the surgery door behind me, I watched my life passing me by as I waited for it to begin.
Auto-immune disorder. No cure. Live with it.
O.k.
Bring on the dancing girls, raise high the roof beams, throw off the winter woollies, smell the rain, shake off the hibernating cobwebs.
To hell with the to-do lists, I'm busy breathing.
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So, SOMETHING moved you, finally, to write.....Hope this will become a daily thing? Dare I hope....like the breathing?
Slow down and take care of yourself.
And we are holding our breath...
I hope the condition is not troubling you greatly. What a bummer. Enjoy the spring.
Ah Rise - stay busy breathing. My youngest daughter received the same diagnosis after years of pain and testing and mystification. "Live with it." The key word is live.
Oh Rise, I hope you're ok. Listen to your big sister!
Sorry to hear this. Hope the management is not too onerous, ie some pills of a morning?
So sorry to read this. Look after yourself at every level and give things a chance to heal. The body can heal itself as well as damage itself (believe me!).
I'm sorry to hear this, Rise. I tell myself that it's not as bad as certain other diseases, but yes, the living is important. Especially when it's difficult. Good luck, and I'm sending very gentle hugs.
Living is the key.
Keep posting.
And belated happy birthday!
Ahh! Come on, come on! I'm dyin' here!
Rise, I do hope you're well. I've missed your posts.
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