Reibus

On living with a brain aneurysm. There's this thing in my head, my doc says it's small But I know it's there so it doesn't feel small at all. It's lying in wait, it could kill me you know - Or I could grow old and it'll all be for show. There's this thing in my head but no-one can say If it's going to burst or be happy to stay. Two CT scans now, an angiogram soon I'm marching to the neuro guy's tune. There's this thing in my head, I just want it out. Do you think they'll move faster if I stand up and shout? They gave me a brochure, it didn't say much I've got heaps of questions about mortality and such. There's this thing in my head but I've made up my mind It's there, I can't change it, whatever they find. My life is for living, I've so much to do So this thing in my head - I'm ignoring you!

The fun side of fun runs! This is a little ditty about support gone sadly wry, a story about the day my boobs hung me out to dry. I have two humps in front of me, I'll call them Left and Right, they're mostly well supported, and usually out of sight. This tale is of a day of woe when, unbeknownst to me, Left and Right were making plans to escape, get out, be free! That day I would be running (or walking, truth be told), a local centre raising funds from all the tickets sold. The day began as any day - awake, get up, get fresh. I carefully dried my Left and Right and encased them in their mesh. I stood before the mirror and admired my structured pair - my more-than-ample cleavage (rather more than my fair share!) I pulled a t-shirt on and down, covering my Left and Right, and set in train their dastardly plans - out of mind when out of sight! The race was started in the cold, my nipples stood alert - the only warning I would get of plans made 'neath my shir