Post 182: Recovery in Harmony, Advocacy in Tatters
Crunchy Nut are way too nice,
One bowl’s good — better is twice.
My appetite is here to stay,
And teeth are into fast decay.
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Update:
Vital signs: good
Weight: inc...
Post 181: Surprise, surprise.
The cold mist feels refreshing to me
I feel alive and well and free,
It’s not that I’ve been out of sorts,
But it does remind me of all my faults.
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Today’s mission, if we should ...
Post 180: Date Night at the Local Curry House.
A walk in town is all we need
To eat and drink, love’s guaranteed
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“Stay in bed today,” my Darling said as she stood at the door of my recovery room early, after...
Post 179: A wander down memory lane.
My Big Sis comes in every week
on Fridays as a rule
Today’s long chat was full of fun
except the bits about school
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I feel happy and lucky and grateful that, day by day, I’m fur...
Post 178: Bus and Advocacy Blues.
The sun is drying my inner tears;
my life is back to hide and seek.
The bus has left me with my fears —
hopping off has left me weak.
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I greet the day as usual, with an early plan to get...
