I asked for help… Actually, that’s not quite right. I pleaded for help.
I was really at my absolute breaking point a few days back. The pressure of everything has been overwhelming. There is sweeping change or great volatility in almost every area of my life from my home to the weather to my job to my sex life even. Seriously. WAY TOO MUCH CHANGE. DO NOT WANT. Oh… My health too. Shit… Even my fucking cat has gone apenuts for grapenuts! My spiritual life? Ugh…
So I asked, and I must have barked up the right tree.
Things are slowly getting better.
My gastroenterologist told me “”The procedure isn’t fun, so we’ll get you nice and STONED so you won’t feel a thing. Better living through pharmacology!”.
I really liked the guy. He was totally sympathetic, and probably the coolest and most laid back doctor I’ve ever met. I might need my galbladder out, but it seems that my years of constant reaccuring right shoulder pain has likely been galbladder related all along. I found a home remedy for galbladder issues that knocks out the pain far better than anything I’ve ever tried… Even my beloved tramadol! It’s just a temporary fix, so I’ll still probably need the thing yanked. But I am curious to see how my shoulder pain issues change. I have a feeling they are going to improve.
It feels like everything is finally righting itself after a jaunt down a very long, dark, path.
It’s slow, but it’s a start.
The Star… 🙂