So, I'm taking some pills and I will make a Christmas Eve trip to urgent care for more treatment; more drugs to keep on hand.
What I want to say? Please give me a big bucket of narcotics. Drug me up so I won't feel the next headache. But, as you can imagine, demanding drugs leads to trouble. Damn.
Pre-headache, my Mom and Grandma came to church with me this morning. I hope the carols brought them some relief; their hearts are heavy.
There are stories I want to tell you, but they aren't mine alone. My puzzle piece burns my hands and keeps me in tears.
I'm combing through memories; bracing for the storm.
I am certain we can't outrun the past; it is always with us.