Last night I had a talk with my family, it was like Intervention-light. Not that I have ever watched that show, but my addiction to doing, carrying, handling, managing and scads more words ending with “ing” is deep rooted. I have a primal need to do and an unrelenting hunger to please, fix and impress. Unfortunately all of those things are in direct conflict with my body’s need to restore the blood lost in the accident. I didn’t think tweeting, writing, or problem solving things like the battle between the demands for Caillou (shoot me), Madeline (stab me) or Tom & Jerry (I just don’t get it) was a big deal. It is. Every decision I make is one more than I should. I…