Anxiety
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Stick to a subject
The heart clinic is small, filled with the elderly. I’m the youngest person there. It makes no sense, but heart conditions aren’t discriminative. Like bullets, they can’t tell age or sex. I’m nervous, but half of me already expects a clean bill of health. I’m also hungry. The two do not mix well. It’s been Continue reading
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…and then there were these slight attacks
Let’s wind the clocks back two years when I started getting this pain in my upper left arm. They hurt so bad that they lead me to fear for my life. The doctor tells me they’re nothing to worry about. I go home. I get off the meds. I stretch. Slowly they start to go Continue reading
Chapin City Blues 