Good Riddance

I'm not at all sad to say goodbye to this day.

At 3:00 I woke up looking like botox gone badder than bad.

My lips and tongue were so swollen I couldn't even speak.

T. Bone almost cried when he saw me, and Miss Bit laughed.

That was role reversal if I've ever seen it.

I went from the doctor's office to the ER.

I refused the ambulance they (doctor, nurse, PA) tried to insist I needed.

They feared anaphylactic shock and liability.

I feared over reaction and big bills.

I ended up on another kind of nasty drug protocol and with a few more answers.

I also got to stop for paninis with Coach in the middle of the rainy afternoon.

He was so good to me...there for me.

I am now the owner of an expensive epipen I hope to never need.

I couldn't help napping through my pick up duties.

And then I woke up raring to go.

Steroids are some strange and serious stuff.

Spare me their evils because right now I have no choice and I need them.

I will be scheduling an energy healing session sooner rather than later because I cannot shake the feeling that I am vulnerable this sad month of September.

Energy and stress and samskaras deserve my attention.

Miss Bit is weepy too.

I almost couldn't beat down her fears as she came to me tonight worried about what ifs just after bed.

What if there is no Heaven she worried tonight.

I told her I don't know for certain, and yet I just know.

 I believe in God and angels and the eternity of our souls.

She believes to.

Belief is all we've got I told her, and that is good enough for me.

Her too, thankfully.

Do good, be your best, be real, do what you can and should, I think is the recipe for here, now and ever after.

She headed back up to bed with nary a peep.

I am ready too for the veil of semi consciousness.

These are the only pictures I've taken this week.

You can see where my mind is at.

Sleep.