Saturday, July 07, 2012

Fitfully, Frightfully, Frantically

I'm trying to make sense of it all.  Everything.  Completely.  Without regret.

And yet, it escapes me.

Dialysis has been rambunctious lately.  He waits, diligently, counting the ever prsent minutes until my forlorn return.  For he knows I will; I can't, but I must.

As the miles roll by & the minutes click by I make my way to Dialysis, four days a week, three hours at a time.

Some days I'm having a gloriously entertaining time.  A smile erupts, a laugh ensues.  For a mere shred of a moment of a sliver of time, happiness shines joy and frivolity in my direction.

But Dialysis rips that from my existence with frivolous glee.  It struts and frets its way upon the clinic floor, laying waste to everything I hold dear.