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Dropping the f-bomb

I speak fluently two types of French: français courant and pardon my French. The second one I keep for myself for obvious reasons — most of the time.

Until I drop the bomb.

Granted, it is usually a laser-guided bomb intended to have minor collateral damage. I drop it when I can’t find another word to express my feelings about a particular topic better. And believe me, I use the thesaurus constantly to offer a wide variety of terms and new vocabulary from time to time.

Yesterday I dropped the F-bomb on my blog.

Some of you reached out privately with your concerns. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and letting me know how you feel about it. It matters to me. I didn’t intend to hurt or offend anybody!

But yesterday’s f-bomb felt so liberating! I used it to describe how I felt about cancelling THE appointment with the Pain Clinic that I had been waiting for THREE years due to COVID. It’s an appointment that has the potential to improve my quality of life significantly.

Thank you for your patience, love and support as I pour my guts into this blog.