The simplicity of my day to day. |
This is where I write my thoughts, feelings and my daily trials, tribulations and happy things
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Prompt: “Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”--Cormac McCarthy What do your scars say about your past? I keep adding to my collection of scars and it’s not intentional. What they say to me is I’ve lived a long time! My oldest scar is between my little and next toe. It reminds me of the time I was about five years old and stuck a garden fork through my foot. I had a lift to the docs on the crossbar of dad’s bike. Can I count stretch marks as scars? My twin pregnancy scarred me for life. Long scars down the outside of both legs reminds me of my gluteal repairs. These remind me of the surgeon telling me I was too old for the ops and to get a mobility scooter. Now I’m walking, almost normally. Scars tell of a life lived. |
Prompt: Have fun with these random words-- switch, x-ray, install, series, reconcile, dead, maze, cupboard and bother. I’ve visited the X-ray department quite a few times this year. A series of X-rays have shown a pneumothorax in my right lung. I’m having to reconcile myself to not flying until it resolves itself. So I needed to switch my already booked airline tickets to sometime in the future. It’s been such a bother, we were looking forward to visiting our son in another state. So the suitcase has been put back in the cupboard for a future trip. I would hate to go in a maze, I have a fear of getting lost and no one finding me until someone came across my long dead body years later. Then they would probably install a plaque in my memory in the centre of the maze as a reminder of the danger. |