I knew something wasn’t right. Even before I had fully woken. The spinning. I kept telling myself it would pass. Just lie there, don’t move. I held on as long as I could until eventually, I had to run. Just getting to the toilet was a feat in and of itself. I felt drunk. Poisoned….
Flawed Healer
To Be or Not To Be The Ostrich; The Great Denial
Diary of a Flawed Healer Part II Some mornings I wake up and I want to bury my whole body in the sand. Be The Ostrich. I’m sure I can pull it off in spite of my short, stocky legs. Perhaps if I stay there long enough, the bad stuff will go away. Oh, symphony…