Addicted And The Rapture

Perhaps not so much addicted,

 it's just one of the few things I can do right now.

So I continue to make trees.

I've morphed on into green ones now.

More tests and discussions today.

It is not what they thought,

or what I feared, though now I wish it was,

 as a surgery could fix and eventually less or no pain.

Seems I have a sudden onset of an autoimmune issue

which has left me well, damn uncomfortable.

Thankfully I have always had a high pain tolerance.

The biggest issue is inability to sleep,

and I've never slept well to begin with.

To top it all off I have to live in fear of 

what this means to me with my insurance, as the crap bills

they are trying to lie their way into 

will certainly have me losing coverage,

for a pre-existing chronic condition.

So 

I make trees

and feel sick about my country, 

and heartsick for the refugees,

and for those displaced by the storms,

and for those mourning the loss of loved ones.

Today supposedly is The Rapture.

"Good morning and in case I don't see ya

Good afternoon, good evening and good night"

the truman show