"You'll miss the best things, if you keep your eyes shut. " ~ Dr. Seus
Last Monday was IVIG day. Saturday I got gussied up and went to dinner. A rare event. I threw caution to the wind and had a glass of wine and gelato for dessert. The last hour of dinner, I felt like a bomb exploding in my head. Nobody noticed. I kept a smile on my face and saved the expletives for my better half on the car ride home. I paid for that bit of wine, gelato and all that conversation all day Sunday. Lyme disease won't quit me. It's time to put voo-doo, witchcraft and the coo-coo on the table. Something. Anything. Anybody want to put a spell on the spirochetes in my brain? Because they are the devil and I need them exorcised.
Nature's fleeting prism, suspended in time. That time I try to pen something poetic, but I got nothing.
Look! I found a pleonasm! Juicy succulent.
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