The Black Hand of Fate…
Friday, February 22, 2013
I know I haven’t said much to anyone of late.
Haven’t been online much.
Haven’t interacted much.
Haven’t….. anything, much.
And for that I am sorry.
It isn’t anything that anyone online
Has said or done.
It isn’t anything that was posted
Or put up anywhere.
I am just having a hard time finding a path.
A way to keep up the fight.
I am tired,
And I cannot seem to get right.
They have found torn cartlidge in my left hip joint.
The earliest appointment for a consult with the surgeon is a month away.
A month. Thirty days. Thirty nights.
That’s a long time when you are in pain.
The public clinic is still on track to lower my pain meds.
As it is, I have 3 4 hour windows in which I have little to no relief.
And they still want to cut my meds another 30-40 percent.
And so I am ….
Trying to last.
But I know how this is going to play out.
I know how this is likely to end.
Because I have walked that dark path before.
The Black Hand of Fate
Falls heavy at times.
One can feel it just before it hits.
And all one can do sometimes is…