Falling asleep in incredibly difficult for me these days. Once I get to sleep, I’m fine, but getting there–oof. There are nights it takes me 3 hours to get to sleep.
One of the things I do as I toss and turn in bed, trying to get comfortable, trying to turn off my anxiety, is compose elaborate blog posts and essays which never get written. Except for this one.
Three years ago today a gallstone got stuck in my pancreatobiliary duct and changed the course of my life forever. When I emerged from the hospital three months later, I thought that I would eventually recover. That has not been the case.