Bedridden, It’s pouring out of me, there is no other way to say it. Pain, cramping, uncontrolled intestinal rebellion. By day 3 of code brown, one of my dearest friends, Becca, has decided I needed medical attention. She will no longer be accepting my adamant refusal of hospital care.

If months of the year could have a personality disorder, October 2024 would have been the one.  Bipolar October I shall call it.  It started off glorious. And then all hell broke loose in our world.