Bubble Up


As of this writing I haven’t decided which image I’m going to post with this story. The one in vivid color and that some may consider gross or thr black and white that’s and a little less in your face. What it is, is what I call a blood blister. They come up on my arms and hands when I bump into something. Or sometimes they just appear out of nowhere, which is the case with this one. I’ve been told they’re a sad side effect of the blood thinning medications I take.

Why they only seen to appear on my arms and hands is anyone’s guess. Sometimes they come in go in a matter of days. Sometimes they “bubble up” and bleed out and last for weeks. This particular one is a really deep red, which usually means it’s going to bleed. The embarrassing thing about blood blisters are their to need to bleed out at the most inconvenient times. That’s why my every present diaper bag comes in handy with my first aid supplies.

Lawd knows why I’m even bringing this subject up. I’m sure by now everybody (including myself) is done reading about my ailments. And yes, while physical and mental problems have dominated my life for the past 20 years. I’ve mostly come to terms with it. Yes, I get aggravated when I can’t do the things I once could. Or during the most unexpected moment I have to rush a the restroom. But I’m dealing with it. My emotions say I should feel sorry for myself and often I do. But beyond the responsibilities around me like family and friends. I have a responsibility to myself and my own well-being. So I stay proactive when it comes to my health, but at the same time, I allow myself to grieve. So give yourself a moment, allow your emotions to be heard, and do what you got to do.

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