Kerry, of the writers’ group Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, has announced today is, as always, the free-for-all (doesn’t that sound like fun?) known as Open Link Monday.
This unfittie is feeling particularly unfit today, so I have chosen to re-publish an entire short chapter (but not the shortest chapter) from The Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel.
CHAPTER 9—MORE ABOUT ME
My husband has read my manuscript to this point and thinks I haven’t told you enough about myself.
Although one’s self is often one’s favorite subject, I thought it over and decided this is merely a matter of misery loving company. Dick has to listen to all my woes, and has lived through many of them with me, so he thinks it would be easier for him if half the western world shared his misery.I don’t think so.
You can tell I’m an unfittie if you can imagine a family doctor, a gerontologist, a rheumatologist, a gastroenterologist, three ophthalmologists, a podiatrist, a massage therapist, a sleep therapist, and a denturist; and if you know the pharmacist recognizes the old guy in the referee shirt as “Kay’s husband coming to pick up her meds.”
You don’t need to know the gory details. You probably have enough gore of your own.
