I took care of my father while he was dying. It wasn’t supposed to be that way but a nine week wait for a biopsy will do that to a person. Side note: don’t have a potentially fatal or serious illness in Nova Scotia. I’m still haven’t moved past my anger at the health care system at home.
Reading through those posts was a trip down traumatic memory lane. I toyed with the idea of making them public but I don’t feel like sharing.
It’s been a hot minute since I blogged here. I don’t know what I want to talk about right this minute. I just wanted to come in and nose around and BOOM there were a bunch of angry snot-bubble sad posts about my father.
*blink* *blink*
I’m still doing the numerology thing but most of that I moved over to kofi as a subscription. I’m having issues with that. I don’t know how to promote it and grow it. I like sharing but I don’t know how to do it in a way that I can grow and make money.
Anyway, that’s all I got for now.
