The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

What a swell time

Mad strong twinges, weirdly painful, but short acting. Therapy accomplished, progress emphatic, still swold-up. Walked well, did stuff.

Pulled weeds and planted seeds, one handed sitting my butt on the ground.

All the colors of dead cells

Orthoglass splint off, plastic on, exercises assigned. First set of today done, hand scrubbed of dead skin. Derecho eager to get stronger, dismayed at the amount of damage.

Staving off fear and despair.

Monday, April 15, 2019

am I made of crackers now?

broke my right arm. when I try to sleep I keep experiencing that moment.i feel fragile and overwhelmed.

crumbling before my very eyes.