Strimping and Swimping

It’s  a pattern, I’ve come to realize.  I return from each medical assessment with worsened pain, more intense PTSD nightmares, deep anxiety and a feeling of dread.  But the moment I start to see daylight again, I become determined to DO something.  I might wash the drapes. Or rearrange something.  Almost always, I write in my… Continue reading Strimping and Swimping