…the job that was slowly killing him. He was on the road, commuting across state, eating fast food, sleeping in hotel rooms, missing time with his daughters, and stressed in such a way that I seriously feared heart attack.
And then I remember that a year ago yesterday, a woman in mint green scrubs locked my head into a helmet and slid me into a dark, magnetic tube for a brain MRI to check for MS — which I didn’t have. And later that night, I went to the ER because I was convinced the MRI had caused the white pain of a migraine that left me unable to function — it hadn’t. And for the next several months I was nearly bed-ridden because of horrific pain diagnosed as fibromyalgia, which I was told would never get better — it did.
So yeah — October 2009: Swine flu is everywhere. It’s been raining for the last ten days. My husband is unemployed. Our house continues to fall apart and maybe worst of all, I’ve gained 5 pounds.
But really, it’s all good.