Friday, January 31, 2014

Not so good...

Today When I stand I retch. My head sways on my shoulders. My eyes feel sorry for me and perform a silent waterfall. 

Nausea taps me on the shoulder as soon as I get up.  So I lie back down on the settee.

When my tumour was discovered, if my surgeon had told me what life would be like, I would have smiled and politely told him, shred the scan images, rewind. Let's pretend this is not happening...

Like an Emu with his head in the sand I wish I could ignore these symptoms but today like a thunderstorm they insist on being heard...