The Last Day

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 April 24, 2022 was a Sunday. I remember it well. It was storming the last few days and on Friday, our internet at work went down. I rushed around this night to get prepaid internet and a router set up, so that we could function Monday morning. Because of that, I was to not work Monday. 


My facebook post for April 24:

"This thunder is REALLY pissing The Bo off.
Rudely waking him from his all day Sunday naps."


Boy, not another post on my page until one was made by my husband on May 2. 


I created this blog as a way to do some self-healing and self-therapy. The next several entries will entail details of a medical emergency I went through that nearly took my life. It's been over 6 months, I've been dealt more trauma and need to heal. The emotional healing hasn't come yet. Maybe I haven't allowed it. Maybe it's just part of the process. I don't know, but I hope being able to express my thoughts and feelings on "paper" helps. It used to be the only way I could release the way I feel. I hope it still does that. Keep in mind, if I open this to the public, this may be full of sadness, anger, confusion, who knows. I will most likely come to write here when I feel those emotions- not the happy times. I hope to include all of the above, but the hard stuff is what I need to get through right now. 

Here we go...April 25, 2022 is next. The day that almost took my life...Stay tuned...

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