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Oh, the small joys!

Over the course of my weekend’s travels, I had misplaced my ankles, hidden them inside the water-balloons attaching my feet to my legs. Seriously. I had retained so much water and my ankles and feet had swollen so much, my skin was so tight, I swear they would have popped had I stepped on a pin. I have no doubt that their condition contributed to the fact that when I went to my dr. appt yesterday morning, I apparently had gained 5 lbs in the past 2 weeks (2 would have been appropriate). So, yesterday I made it my mission to rectify the issue. I drank my water religiously. I tried to move around more at work. And when I got home, I parked myself on the couch with my feet elevated until it was time to do the same in bed. (What a great excuse to be lazy and read!)

This morning I woke to find my ankles had returned! They’re still a little big, but I can flex them again without the skin feeling like it’s going to tear.


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torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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