Sitting here listening to the Kinks on a hot summer Saturday, I’ve consumed some cereal, a smoothie and now I’m behind the wheel of some kick ass coffee. Something will kick in eventually.
As my dose of steroids diminishes I am actually starting to feel somewhat human again. I have an appetite, I crave protein, and with the full-brain fry radiation treatment over with I can think in phrases that extend over 10 individual words. Which is good, as everything needs to be thought out, pondered and routes planned before you even contemplate taking any action while in my state. Two weeks ago dressing my self took 1 to 1.5 hours; it’s now down to smoking 30 to 45 minutes. As for the sprint to the car, it’s a piece of cake. I can make it from the second floor to the car in less than 4 minutes.
After fading away for over 2 weeks it feels strange to actually be aware of being on the mend. I’m actually looking forward to when I can start building some leg mass by working out at the Landry Center again; it would be nice to toss aside the walker. Shit, between Joann and I it’s gonna’ start looking like some sorta’ tent revival at C-stone.
Thanks for checking in, and I think I’ll be posting later on too…
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