Sunday, August 22, 2010

Not the Good Kind of Twain

Last Wednesday's spinal surgery has cleaved dear B in twain - and not the good, steamboat pilot, humorist kind of twain, but the gashed muscle, sweat on your upper lip, Vicodin chewed from a fist in the dark, drooling over the sink at three am, incendiary pain, scary pain, shredding, tearing down the once strong-still beautiful left thigh, kind of twain. So beautiful that thigh.

1 comment:

  1. O dear girlie and dear cleaved Brian! So sorry to hear of your all-too-personal venture into the healthcare system!

    Please be well and med quickly--keep the Vicodin within fist-range and know that we are sending all of our love and healing thoughts to you.