anahat nad

This waiting has me anxious.
I sat up in bed at least three times coughing up blood last night.
My body is tired, my mind is running, and my stomach is tied up in knots.

When I woke up at quarter to six to cough up (hopefully) the last bit of blood I had stored in my lung, I saw the most brilliant sunrise. The sky was a fire of reds and pinks and oranges.

Now it's gray, and drizzling, and I'm waiting to get taken downstairs for a procedure that has tied my stomach into knots for the last twenty-four hours.

Here's to hoping it will stop the bleeding.