Saturday, September 23, 2017

i think i may have a wee hernia, i mean i worry. i was moving a lot of large concrete boulders, rolling them off the beach into the sea with the notion of helping the beach return to it's old self, pebble beach. but i cant do the heavy lifting like the waves can do, and they'll probably toss them back like marbles and fill my tidepool. 
when i feel a twinge i think of christine and recall my last hernia, which recalled her fibrous tumor, and the time before she left when she needed care and i was not so willing and felt so bad, but was almost bodily anticipating perhaps my hernia and her leaving me alone to care for my own sorry self. 

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