My feet, it seems, are a medical marvel.
I don’t get colds too often. The average adult gets 2-4 colds per year, but I haven’t had a real cold in about 2 years. Until last Friday, that is, when I awoke with the surefire signs of a coming cold. Often I can fight them off, but this time I was done for.
Like any good social media flog, I mentioned my malady to the world and prepared myself for the onslaught of good wishes, virtual hugs, and sincere prayers that were going to be sent my way. They came, but with them came something new, something unexpected.
At some point, my feet became kidneys.
Unraveling Time
Desert Wind
Ploughman's Son
Ploughman King
The Year the Cloud Fell
The Spirit of Thunder
Shadow of the Storm
The Cry of the Wind
Beneath a Wounded Sky
Cryptogenesis: A Memoir
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 