Memories don't go away

I should have more to say and I do have more to say, but December has been exhausting, including a four day hospital stay.  I'm fine, but it was scary, and a reminder I need to slow down and pay attention when I'm not feeling well.  That may not have solved anything this time, but it could have.  Had it not been for the heavy narcotics and antibiotics I was getting every four hours or the concerned looks the doctors gave as they called in every consult imaginable to try to figure out why the antibiotics weren't helping the infection, I might have found the disconnection peaceful.  But instead I vacilated between heavily drugged and terrifed.  From here on out I pledge to remain a little more connected with what my body is telling me. 

So because of that, and the fact that I'm still reeling from another more recent four day invasion of my safety net of an atmosphere, I'll only leave you with this...