fibromyalgia / poem 42

Had a lethargic and painful morning. I escaped a few hours by napping on the couch — shortly after having begun my day. I was restless and spacey into the afternoon.

Finally about 2:30, I got the call from the hospital. Mr. G could be released to go home. I dreaded the drive across the county, indeed, I didn’t want to leave my house at all; but I had promised to get him. Only a Starbucks coffee gave me that extra umph to deal with I-275. On the drive back across the interstate, torrential rain slowed us all down to 40 mph. It was at this point that I realized I could choose not to go to the meditation center tonight. I could drop him off, go home, and just stay home. This realization brought me immediate relief. Yes, staying home=self care. I even found the energy to make a decent rice and vegetable dish for dinner.


‘Do you think we knew each other in a past life?’
‘I was wondering that myself.’
Conversation without conclusion.


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