The word for today is: sell-out. Namely, I have 20 minutes to midnight, I am in crappy post-surgery condition (odd how when all those endorphins go away, you don’t feel as happy? Indeed I feel very anvil-ish right now). So I am will post some happy time night pics tonight and then some REAL content tomorrow. The first is the winning picture of the photo-shop goth version of a real star: do you have any real question who would win?
This morning it took me nine minutes from when I determined and STARTED trying to get up to when my legs dropped over the bed. I had tremors in all four limbs, which hasn’t happened in many months. So I was pretty funky. I managed toilet and then to chair and stayed there until Linda came home to help me move again. I lay down for three hours and took more drugs to kill the pain. Fun, fun, fun. What did I do with my time in bed? I thought about different projects I wanted to do like: Rock climbing and getting a racing wheelchair. I told Linda when she got home how I want to see if the Lions’ club will sponsor me in getting a racing wheelchair for 5K’s and 10K’s. This from person who needed board and belt transfers yesterday and made it a total of 36 feet so far today. Some would say, “Can you make your dreams a bit more...realistic?” Or in the words of my home care worker: “You know you’re nuts, right?”
So here is a little parting image; that what could be better than life lived deliberately AND in rococo style; ahh to be a goth lolita crip, and spend one days drinking tea (with absinthe) in the cemetary. Let’s face it, I have a steady career in languishing ahead of me; well except for the racing, the hang gliding and the tilting at windmills of establishment. See you tomorrow with something a bit more weighty; and thanks for your patience.
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