I am 220 calories today.
Coffee, baby carrots, banana, string cheese, cherry tomatoes.
Crawl home high on e-n-e-r-g-y. Pop two oxycodone’s and three laxatives, flop on side.
Surgery happened Tuesday; I am a trooper they say. And they said to eat more.
But this is what’s happening.
It’s all so good; new job, leadership talk, I know my diagnoses, but I’m bleeding all over… attacks with my own fingernails, tweezers, clumsiness. Jaw clenched, stomach tight, trembly feels right until it doesn’t.
I don’t know. Where is my middle?
