Short one this week
I spent the afternoon before you're reading this on the phone with the ambulance trying to sort out if I needed to be rushed to the ER ASAP with something life threatening, or if I was just experiencing something normalish.
Safe money is on something normal, and I'm ok. But I can't write much tonight. I always feel quite weird about telling people when I might have been sick, I don't like the idea of panicking someone even though now all is calm. But, something I read recently included a discussion of how many folks feel like if they share their lives they are bothering their friends or peers, but that actually being bothered is not so bad (most of us welcome our friends in this way). So here's me bothering you - I'm ok (I hope), but shit not being able to walk due to stomach pain is no joke.
When I was 17 I had several protracted months of extensive abdominal pain (my gall bladder completely shat the bed) and it was awful. Today was as bad.
There is something generous about the fact we can't recall the sensation of pain, we just know that we felt it.
Till next week.