Yesterday I wrote about keening. I didn't realize it was a word unfamiliar to so many.

I would like to think that everyone realizes I write with truth. Oh sure, there are my occasional sugar-coated truths, or writerly embellishments. But I usually write with truth.

For example, if I write that I'm going to be clipping my toenails on the front porch this afternoon, chances are you might just catch me in this unflattering act as you pull up my winding driveway.

Or I confess that yesterday I wasn't too certain what *aplomb* meant when a friend used it in a comment to describe me. I was quite certain she wasn't calling me a piece of fruit, so I looked it up.

I like truth.

If I write something that's not completely true, it's obvious. I make my untruths very obvious.

So, yesterday, I was writing the truth about keening. It happens when I feel overwhelmed - too overwhelmed to even weep. It's a primal high-pitched utterance.

This morning when I woke. I braced for my terrible first fifteen minutes.

Hmmm, I didn't require a Kleenex. I did decide to take a preemptive Ativan before the oxygen hunger began. Good call! It worked wonders!

Everything went so well. No doubling over my kitchen sink to modulate my breathing. Everything was normal.

This could all be due to the fact that I'm now on 32LO2. It could also be that the NAC has finally flushed through my system. It was a supplement I took for a short while and I don't think I reacted well to it.

OMG. This post is putting me into a coma of extreme ennui.

Dreadful.

Guess I'll go clip my toenails.

But before I leave, I believe keening is good medicine for me.

Oh! And guess who's flying in tomorrow for several days. I'm so excited.




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