Friday, October 14, 2011
living on the edge of insulin
Transitional element: I feel like shit. Please expand on that description. No really I would rather not but if you insist how about a garden slug sprinkled with salt or that witch in Wizard of Oz when Dorthy spills water on her (nasty witch like attitude intact).
That was where I left and went hiking. Ironically in the foothills above the hospital.
I have yet to have a moment in my life when I decide to do something disastrous that a man has not suddenly said the exact words I needed to hear to stop me.