Silence Speaks
In my cozy bed of bird blankets, pillow pets and the most loyal and concerned boxer-pup draped at my restless feet, I am sipping on marshmallow root and liquorish tea, hoping the soothing elixir will expel the infection from my lungs and return me the voice I lost 3 days ago. In lue of all the surgical procedures, my immune system is shot to say the least. It was already desperately overwhelmed and compromised, probably the invitation that brought the…
