Infusion Day 2 of 5
Here we go, over the falls, into the lake of ick. The Worm (my gi tract) and I lose harmony for a while. Any upset, too hot, too cold, hungry, overfull, The Worm makes me pay with gags and fits and tears. I try not to blame it, I know it’s only being frightened. I talk it down. ”Easy, there boy.” And, “hold on, I’ll get you a snack.” I pet it, albeit on the outside of my abdomen. Give it a cookie.
Four hours can go several ways. National Geographic Magazine. Blogging. I can unplug my pump from the wall socket and go sit in the library, perhaps to share a meal with Judy if a Tuesday. Today I copied favorite messages off my phone into the laptop. Some are many months old. One’s more than a year. And I sent a bunch of text’s back. People probably don’t realize what a long delayed reply it is. I appreciate the positive messages and I always hope my ‘payback’ arrives at an opportune moment.
Today, it did. My love and a well wish arrived minutes after a breakup. I appear divine. Yeah, I’m glad to be that pipe from divine to flesh.
Tomorrow I might sleep. I might convert dreams and inventions to text. To scheme of things for better days.