Once again, I’ve taken up residence in the hospital with a random gastrointestinal junk. This time it’s pancreatitis. None of the things that generally cause this are part of my life or body chemistry. So, it’s a mystery that means lots of sitting waiting, and no food or drink.
I vacillate between accepting it as a good way for me to slow down and being very frustrated and discouraged.
photo courtesy of Anthony Georgeff