Howie

My constant companion

I might have gone mad without him

these past 8 weeks.

He does snuggle very close at times,

and often brings a friend, this time Mr Chipmunk.

He disapproves of my reading when I could be petting.

That weird plastic cord you see is my 25 foot

tether to the oxygen concentrator.

Yep, I'm still on O/2 and still at a loss

as to what is the answer.

Now they're going to start looking at my heart.

Fingers crossed they're wrong about that!

To think this all started with my sewing too much.

One medication begat another and another and another,

and as one ER Dr remarked, "you're on a merry go round

that won't slow down for you to get off.

I'm weary of it all my friends

and the bills keep coming.

I took my tree down today.

I cannot believe it.

In all my years the latest was always New Years Day.

We do what we can do, and can't

beat ourselves up with what we cannot do.

At least not right now.

Lessons are being learned around here

believe me, reinforcing my need to purge

on an even grander scale.

That picture equates to 16 boxes of holiday I purged.

I'm telling you. I'm on a mission.