So. I ended up in the ER last week. Docs thought I was stroking. I knew I wasn't though, but... what do I know? Anyway, realized that I can't ignore my high blood pressure any longer. I've tried all I know to lower it without meds. Lost weight. Quit smoking. Went vegan. blah blah blah -- But, nothing worked. Reminds me of love, kinda. So, I allowed myself to be on meds, despite my fear. BUT... I got a new tat!!! Wow... have I needed that. I've needed everything about it, for so long. That secret "sting" under my sleeve has been awesome, but now it's gone. Time for another, perhaps? Anyway... After a horrendous day, these words were floatin' around my head on the way home...
The last tear dropped
from a heart torn new; yet
to her I say, I love you still.
I think I'll work this tomorrow.... yea, there's always tomorrow...
