Twenty-Three
Day One: Today is a translation day.
Can’t keep head up straight. Neck bows with toomucheverything. This is me telling myself even if bed hurts it’s the only solution. Do everything later. Pizza delivery for dinner. Yuck.
Day Two: Remembering to say I have the miseries is another burden. I’ll just skip it. Sorry doctor, but I need to keep my life manageable. You said. And having a thousand things to remember and no easy set of instructions to follow makes the miseries worse. So I shall not document them anymore. Maybe exceptionally, sometimes. Maybe part of other things. But mostly leave them out.
It’s really hard having a body that’s so fallen and that the medical professionals all say “Keep an eye on this” and “Do that.” Some things are easy. Some things become a burden.
