just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water
or to write a new story
the pain monster has descended
chest, hips , head, at least it's not cancer
so I'll have to get back to you all with the new story
I cannot think straight, yes I can write a few lines here to you all
but to rattle through a story, I cannot manage that
one hour of concentration I cannot do
An hour ago I was okish, now I'm rubbish
A sine curve of pain my daughter calls it
So I'll be back later, there's 2000+ pieces to read here and loads on the Wordpress
so go dip your toes.
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