Blood transfusion for me yesterday. Not really fond of hospitals. Plus I must eat way more than most people incarcerated in these places. After breakfast I sure am hungry. Must still be a little coyote left in me.
I was thinking back to when I was sick as a kid. This is me at age 7 when I had whooping cough. That’s my horse Trigger and my other pal was a white kitten a hunter found, almost dead, and gave to us. His name was Fluffy, for obvious reasons lol.
He’s not in the picture but I’m sure my old collie dog, was laying by my bed there. He never left me the whole two months I laid there.
A long time between then and now. A lot of life lived.