Ha. Hard day, and got some help breathing. Thanks. The heat is growing and some of the new meds are changing me. The edema is coming off of me in pounds, my lower legs are thinner than my knee cap and up top I think I got downgraded from B cup to A cup. I literally change every night, collarbones back and clothes hanging. I'll try to get a picture tomorrow after boxing. Is this good or bad? As Linda put it, it will be easier to move me when unconscious. Easier to wheel the 5K too.
I know, we know this is my last couple months, maybe a year or 10 months if I am really lucky. But there are times, like when I fall backward into the darkness and I stop breathing and they are working on me and when I open my eyes twenty minutes have passed. And the times two people are working on me or four people, or the ER, with machines hooked up everywhere and I think, "Am I worth all this effort?"
Then I think, "I better be." Like Milton says there are some who only sit, but I have little patience to wait. I box. I write. I exist, and that is worth fighting for.
Been listening to Mumford and Sons: four guys (including a double bass player) who are like a rockin' Maddy Prior/Carnival Band - I recommend full screen if your connection can. As one comment says: Guys with beards make good music!
If you decide you want the album (like I did), it is on Amazon for $9 (As they are from the UK it is 8 pounds on Amazon.co.uk - so a bit of a bargain for the US).
Or get Sigh No More download
- all 12 songs for the same price. (329 five stars)
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