Cats are experts at taking breaks. Elwha just waking up on the couch, stretching like a piece of elastic.
Sol Duc napping on the cat tree.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: break.
Cats are experts at taking breaks. Elwha just waking up on the couch, stretching like a piece of elastic.
Sol Duc napping on the cat tree.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: break.
even stone can crack
under great pressure
under great heat
under great force
under water
water?
yes, water
water wearing the surface
water rolling the rocks against each other
water wearing the cliffs and the trees fall down
even stone can crack
under great pressure
under great heat
under great force
under water
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: crack.
The good thing about getting deathly ill is that you find out who your friends are. They stay by you. Even if you are misdiagnosed, labelled, ignored.
It is harder to ignore me now that I am on oxygen. It is difficult to chalk oxygen up to a rumored behavioral health diagnosis. When you have pneumonia and are confused, that is called delirium, not mania.
The bad thing about being deathly ill is that you find out who is NOT a friend. They disappear like rats leaving a sinking ship. Actually I like rats better.
I have one person who says, “I like you well, not sick.” Um, I would rather stay well too. But having seen fully 20 specialists, including four pulmonologists since 2012, a cure seems unlikely, doesn’t it? Meanwhile I seem to be getting stronger in pulmonary rehabilitation. Treadmill, classes about the lungs, stretching and weights.
Another person states, “if you get sick again, I am gone for four months.” Not a friend, right? Not a true friend and never ever will be. They do not understand friendship.
A true friend shows up at my house in 2012. I am lying on my bed using my father’s oxygen. She glares at me. “YOU are coming to MY house.” My reply: “OK.” I survive, even when the hospital sends me home with strep A pneumonia and delirium. Helps to be a physician, though I had to just trust myself, even delirious. The true friends help save me. I can’t even say how grateful I am.
I have a new friend. She is ill. It is progressive. Her husband seems so surprised that I come to see her. But I know how terribly lonely it is to be abandoned when you are ill. I have been there four times.
Blessings on the true friends.
Here is my sister’s blog. I remembered this post as “caged”, but her word is “trapped”.
https://e2grundoon.blogspot.com/2010/12/
My sister died of breast cancer in 2012.
I took this walking North Beach yesterday. I was wearing my oxygen, too.
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