So, let us take stock, shall we? The anger and frustration from last week’s fiasco has all but dissipated, the appropriate complaints were lodged where they needed to be lodged, so I believe I can let that gaggle of geese loose.
Here I sit listening J.S. Bach, English Suite #2 in A minor, and as far as I’m concerned, early mornings require some Bach, or at least mine do. So I'm off to a flying start by my standards, I can let go with impunity, I am beyond bliss.
Each passing day endows me with a more energy and the will to get around by myself, but what I currently lack is any sort of muscle mass on either leg. I get this total hip transplant last November; spend weeks building up leg mass by working out five or six days a week only to wind up with these sticks that were imported from Auschwitz or Babi Yar just for me.
But the attitude has changed for the better, as one does not heal through hate of any kind, nor anger for that matter. Therefore I am swearing off as of right now, 6:34 am on Thursday, July 09, 2009. Although I must say that that resolution may have come and gone several times by the time you get to reading this.
My kind acupuncturist, Susan Hammett was kind enough to needle me gratis to assist me on the road to recovery, over the week‑end my wife’s best friend from high school spent the weekend with us and as I get stronger I’ll be able to tackle guests on my own, I just never know when I’ll have the energy to actually engage in a lengthy conversation.
One thing for sure though, not getting my entire skull irradiated for 16 days and the elimination of those vile steroids, I’ve been assured I will not be as stupid as I have been (and you have complete license to interpret that in the manner of your choosing).
I will hopefully make additional entries today as the only real thing on my plate is my chest X-ray treatment. This is almost like an off day.
Later, my friends, following more coffee & radiation, the real breakfast of champions.
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