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Today is not a blue sky day.  Today is a red river day. 

The pain that led me to my hospital visit is back and not under control and runs through my body all day--constant and uncomfortable and consuming my every thought.  I see red. I think red.  I feel red.

I will try to not panic.  I will try to be here but not too here in my body and not to let my mind run too far into red places.

I will be kind to myself.

I will eat.

I will have a chocolate popsicle.

I will breathe.

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  1. Lyndsay31 July 2013 at 06:14

    Praying for you today, Brigid. Lots of Love.

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  2. Kristen2 August 2013 at 04:23

    Thank you! I am feeling much better. The pain in manageable which it wasn't earlier and I am grateful. Only wish there was a way to figure out what caused it. Best guess, the prednisone I was taking for my asthma triggered it last November.

    But why it flares up when it does? And how long it lasts? No ideas yet.....

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