Mo, I don’t kite conspiracies, nor bake noon blue apples, and I haven’t set one foot through the gates of the Chapel Perilous, yet, I’d venture to say that you’re a cool gal.
- Lord Piddlepuck
Doctor E., I’m in pure Hell. My pain level is intolerable, I’m suffering so bad, my left hip is killing me, I can’t sleep, it hurts so bad, I prop my hip up with pillows but by 5:30 AM, I have no choice but to medicate at that time, and rise with zero rest but then by 6:00 PM I’m hurting again and by that time my meds are spent. I never over medicate, I writhe and wrangle in pain for almost 12 hours, I have no clue what is going on, it’s radiating outward beyond my hip. I’m not comfortable. I do not want to go to any Old Folks Home and I love my Lab, don’t want to give him up, will break my heart. And, I’m not well. The meds work great, but only for 3 hours. I’ve tried and tried to stretch out my SI joint yet it seems to only inflame it worse. I'll see you next Thursday on the 28. I just hope it isn’t bone cancer. My biggest fear. In a few weeks I turn 65.
Sincerely,
John H.
Moon bathing on the very dark side of the moon
Trying to find the ghost of you
This endless search and questioning
Has cost me a lifetime trying to get through.
Where are you? Why did you leave me?
To suffer alone and grieve in despair,
I can’t search for God
And grovel with an unanswered prayer.
Within this cursory of godless
One must have codes and conduct
Or just never give a fuck.
One either believes in oneself
Or old fables on a bookshelf.
One must fight with the rules
That deciphers eternity from fools.
Mo, I don’t kite conspiracies, nor bake noon blue apples, and I haven’t set one foot through the gates of the Chapel Perilous, yet, I’d ve...