Today was a struggle. I honestly believe that my brain thinks my heart is physically broken so it is sending fluid to try to heal it. This week especially each time I take an emotional hit the inflammation gets so bad that I couldn’t even swallow some rice for lunch and my breathing gets very laboured, my voice gets gruff and I feel like I am drowning. I had a quick telephone appointment with the doctor picked up a prescription, talked things out with friends, had three good hugs and things started to settle down.
I popped home to change before heading over for dinner with the Campbells. I slid open my closet door to get comfy pants and as I turned away I noticed something on the floor inside the closet. Now, understand that no one but myself has been in my bedroom for a very long time and there, on the floor was a Picture of a child, a head shot. On the back it identifies that it is 7 year old Evan in 2012.
Yes, I will admit to being a little freaked out. It is no one I know and even if it is from the people who owned the place before me it has been mine since August 2018 and I disturbed nothing this morning taking my dress out of the closet that should have produced that picture lying on the ground. First the bot print in the kitchen and now this… poltergeist?! Maybe the heat will cook it out
triumphgal 