Rather quiet up in here, isn’t it? A lot of death and cobwebs, lately.
I could claim being busy. Hmm. Could claim depression. Hmmm. Could claim aliens ate my brain. Hmmmm.
Truth is, I’m not really sure why, I just haven’t felt it in me to write much of anything. I’ve just been kind of...empty.
Right now, I’m lying in a hospital bed. Nothing much going on, nothing much to do, so my mind has been running down old rabbit trails and I thought that maybe I could limber up the old composition muscles and see if I’ve still got it.
I’m in a hospital bed because I had part of my left foot amputated. Gangrene and MRSA and osteomyelitis, oh my. I got here by not taking care of myself in some basic, necessary ways. I went without medication rather than let others do without their comforts, because I felt guilty saying “no”.
I’m learning. Nnn...nnn...nnnu! Er...
I’ll get there.
I started working on me a little too late for poor “Nubbly”(the name given to my left foot by Sprout), but hopefully not too late in general. I’ll have to relearn some basic walking and balance, nothing insurmountable, and get back into healthy habits that is let slide, and never again will I let anyone else guilt me for getting my medication instead of using the $ for their wants.
I found the line - just on the other side of the toes I no longer have.
Now if I can just convince Nubbly that those toes are gone so that I don’t feel them itch any more...gah!