Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Business as Usual

It rains a lot, which doesn't boost morale if one is in need of a boost.
The poor husband has returned to work - already stressed again.
These feelings of freedom and rested bliss last but a short while.

I saw a friend whom I haven't seen for 6 years yesterday.
She felt like home.

Then this morning, a colleague dropped by, spewing information about work and changes that I couldn't quite follow.
My mind is far, far away from work.
It feels good, but it also always looms in the background.
Damn Lottery just won't come through.


Then the internal medicine specialist phoned.
She's referring me to an auto-immune specialist, but tells me they won't find anything.
She was also miffed that I saw an alternative medicine doctor, disregarding the streptococcus infection he found in a perfectly standard blood test.
If he ordered the test, then he must explain it!
Mmmm.

All the while, I'm humming Randy Crawford's One day I'll fly away in my head.
Right now, my place in this world is at home, and nowhere else.



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