I’m 3 years sober and though I miss the magic sauce, and my elbow muscles have atrophied, my brain and my liver really like it.
When it comes to health, aging is our pet elephant in the room. Each time we’re unwell we naturally wonder if it’s worse because we’re older.
A couple weeks ago I woke up very early in the morning and my eyes itched terribly. So I dug into them like I was scouring a frying pan.
A switch inside me flipped and my need to bring order to the garage disappeared. It’s a very small invisible victory.
Constipation is the opioid hangover no one talks about. It hurts and taking more pain relievers won’t make that pain go away.
For me, it’s a time to conserve myself, turn my energy inward, minimize, sleep, stare out the window and drift into silent imaginings.
He was in by 8:00 am and home by 4:00 pm. It was drive thru surgery and the pace added some drama to our lives.