One foot on the grave

My head troubles are slightly more aggressive than previously thought. Still good, just, you know, not as good.

They’re the type news you don’t want to receive. You don’t want to be around for them. You don’t want to publicize them in any way. How do you casually bring them up in conversation? How do you look at your loved ones in the eye and tell them you will need additional treatments? That it’s somehow, possibly, worse?

I need to put everyone else I care about through more? F*ck.

But we’ve all got our personal horrors to deal with, our own complex problems to face. They seem unapproachable, uncompromisable, and unsolvable. If we let them, they consume everyone and everything. They warrant a reaction no matter what. This is mine.

Throw it at me.