Thursday, December 03, 2015

The dreads paid a visit

Not the Dredds, as in Judge Dredd and family (1), but the dreads as in anxiety. 

There was an email and it gave me a fierce jolt even though the email was ultimately benign but because in the moment I saw it then it contained the potential to not be benign—a Schrodinger's cat like reaction to the potential it held and not its actuality.

But it was the one jolt and otherwise my body is just dealing with the physicality of anxiety more than the mental side of it—my IBS still in flux and my body rippling with light fibro.

I will heal, rise up and be back to robust normal me in time.


(1) He did have family; his clone brother. Judge Dredd shot him.

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