The past spring and summer has been a difficult time here at our home. I thought that writing about it would help some. I’ll take it in small doses so that it does not become a tldr.
On October 13, 2013, I dutifully got my extra-strength flu shot at my doctor’s office. There was some swelling on my shoulder but I didn’t think that much of it at the time. It was the first time that I had had such a reaction. Thanksgiving morning I awoke to a nasty piercing ear ache that was short-lived but painful. The twinge alternated between both ears. For symmetry’s sake, I guess. This happened several more times over the next few weeks. Then the flu slammed into me a few weeks before Christmas. I was laid low for two days in bed. Luckily, I recovered in time for the holidays. I was looking forward to the New Year. Old man winter continued its natural course.
On Saint Patrick’s Day, we usually boil the beef and have garlic mashed potatoes. It was at the dinner table that I remarked to Kathy things didn’t taste quite right. The jigs, airs and reels of Silly Wizard weren’t doing it for me. The insomniac beast descended upon me shortly thereafter.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin. (Pablo Neruda)
Tree top stars.
There goes my hero.