Tuesday, February 21, 2023

I hate plumbing problems.  Dirty water rising slowly in the sinks. This morning I will call the plumber and hope he can come today.  Old house with fragile pipes.  Old me with fragile body.  We are a good pair.

Last night I went to bed feeling despair. The shrill fire alarm had pierced the air as I was pouring boiling water into the drain. I opened the back door to dissipate the steam. Life seemed hopeless.  And then in the morning I woke up in the morning light and had a cup of coffee.  Yes, I can do this.

My daughters were around during the day, talking and laughing.  At some point it seemed like too much. When I was alone, I started pulling myself together.

Yes, tomorrow is the third CBG treatment day.  And yes, it is difficult to keep slowing up. This treatment series hangs over my head even when I forget about the next episode.