Barbed Wire
My lower back is laced with the stuff. can’t sleep, can’t sit.Shoot me.
My lower back is laced with the stuff. can’t sleep, can’t sit.Shoot me.
Just another reminder that my Mother loves fighters as much as she despises cowards and weaklings. I am, again, the luckiest man I know. I need to send someone some red, red candy.
Got word back from my cardiologist: I have a transplant green light. All my tests, even the unexpected ones, came back good enough to proceed. He’ll send the report to Rogosin- 24, maybe 48 hours. Rogosin starts scheduling tests on the Swamp Witch, which brings her north to stay awhile. Meantime, I’ve started to make…
I have someone to thank for a rare gift: perspective. “There’s always a price. Usually there’s no way of knowing what it is until the invoice slaps you in the face.” Damn straight- but up ’till now, I had no clue what the check might have been for. Knowing makes it a little easier.…
Which Discworld Character are you like (with pics)created with QuizFarm.com You scored as Lord Havelock Vetinari You are Lord Vetinari! Supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork! Cool, calculated, and always in control. You graduated from the assassins guild, but failed a course on stealth and camouflage, because the professor never saw you there (even though you attended…
So- I’ve contacted The Swamp Witch, and shortly she’ll be coming north to get her medical workup done. Provided there are no hangups, we schedule surgery ASAP. I’m very impatient- not just to be well, but to have her here, to offset the isolation, stress and pain with the company of someone I love and…
This month I have my LAST two tests for my long delayed transplant workup- a cardio consult and EKG. My jacket will then be complete. The goal now is to ensure that my donor has jumped through all her hoops, and if not, get them done. After that, it’s just a matter of flying her…
With friends who’ll drop everything when I need them. As bad as things have gotten, it would be aa profound betrayal of these people to give up.
I’m fighting an infection- a small cut on my left hand, pointer finger- that’s gotten infected by the antibiotic- resistant staph that’s going around. I spent a week in the hospital, on IV antibiotics- then was sent home on oral antibios. Some days are better, some worse- today I’m listless and edgy, stir crazy and…
So, progress. Like everything else right now, it’s all agonizingly slow. The most important element is one that has surfaced in a few ways, emerging from different cyphers until even I could no longer ignore it. The depression has rolled back a bit as the pain has eased – still hovering, but no longer defining…
I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite this way before. I want to call people up and make my problems theirs to help me shoulder- but they can’t, and I won’t. I want to call my twin, but she has gone into another life, and our time is done. I want to call my boy,…
One of the best compliments I ever received- especially from someone who matters- is that I am “Full of Voodoo.” After all the horrors of the last few years, I was beginning to have my doubts that there was any juju left in this battered body. Seems there is a bit of Voodoo left. It…
You know… I still hurt when I think of you. But I think that’s what you’re for.
After a few days of struggle, and leaning heavily on Soulhuntre for home functionality triage, I have had a day to myself in comfort. Irishlass crashed here last night, helping out and keeping an eye on things as I settled in;and since then i have been wheeling around in my powered wheelchair, giving my leg…