Losing It

The last strand of the nylon cord.
The breaking point closest to my grip,
Where my palms burn to hold on.

Here's A Funny Question: Grandparents of the 22nd Century and their "Spare Time"?

So I've been playing war with my brain since of late constantly about what grandparents do with their spare time. Here was the inspiration to this post.


I was hanging with my boyfriend at his mom's house over the weekend, to help finalize some work that needed to be submitted by the following Monday right (yea I gotta exaggerate the blonde animation to my speaking). The oddest question popped in my busy mind

How Much More Pain Can I Bear?

I would probably guess this would be my 7th episode since March when I did a marsupialization surgery, and if it isn't the 7th that I'm on now because I've completely lost track of keeping the count since of late. But that is only a tally for this year only.