3 days left, 2 visitors, and a monkey in a pear tree
Well, anxiety has found me and has taken up residence around the bulk of my internal organs. He’s sitting on my intestinal tract with his legs wrapped around the top of my stomach, holding on rather tenaciously with one small but powerful fist to the bridge between my lungs – you know, where air likes to go. I’m sure if he took bodily form he would look like a small, slippery, hairless monkey. Occasionally he gnaws on my aorta (the little booger) and laughs.
I attribute this unwanted internal visitor to the arrival of another guest of a not-so-small, slippery, or hairless sort:
