Gone As a Virus Can Get

18 05 2018

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That virus I caught on Saturday?  The worst of the symptoms were gone by Tuesday, and yesterday was the last day I felt any.

So it was just one of those things.

Which means, two weeks from tomorrow, I’ll be lifting off.  With no ole big bad meany virus to get in the way.

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Happy Fun Stuff

14 05 2018

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Yep, I caught a virus from someone.  I don’t know what it is, even though it’s probably not another bout of the flu, which, as you know, I had in December.  But I’m getting most of the happy fun stuff from a viral infection, even though I think I’ve passed peak fever and peak headache and peak backache.





Rehabadabadoo

11 05 2018

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Have any of you had the same problem I’ve had in, say, about the last two to three weeks?

Getting two or three calls a day from numbers from various area codes that you don’t recognize, so you let it go to voice mail, and someone leaves a message about drug or alcohol addiction treatment.

I’ve had that problem with my sail foam, and here at the secret rehab hideout, the lord and lady of the manor have had the same problem, though not quite as frequently, on the order of one a day, but not on all days, with their landline phone.

Needless to say, I don’t have a drug or alcohol addiction problem.  My physical rehab doctors all along studiously avoided writing me any opiate scripts, and only would have if I experienced very bad pain for relatively extended periods of time.





Going a-June-ing

1 05 2018

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For most of next month, June, I’ll be taking a break from blogging, and I’ll be a long way from home, because I’ll be experiencing one of my birthday presents.  As much as he can, Norm will fill in and write guest posts here from time to time, but he’s suddenly so busy these days that he probably won’t be able to write that many. I’ve told him where I’m going, but as for the rest of you, you’ll have to wait until I get back for me to tell you.  Until then, you’ll just have to guess.  One slight hint I can provide now is that I had to make sure my passport is up to date.

And yes, my rehab doctors have cleared me to go on this long distant trip.





Ninth Month of Recovery

30 04 2018

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I kinda took a step backward this month.  Not a big one, mind you.  And, considering how far I’ve come since, say, the start of November, this minor step backwards would probably be insignificant statistical noise if it was a formal quantitative statistic.

But I know for sure that I didn’t get any better in April.

The biggest problem I had this month, especially for a whole week within the month, is that my general overall pain level made a comeback.

On the other hand, some good news is that, with the weather now finally starting to lock in on being warmer, I’m able to figure out how to engage in some measure of physical activity in this wheelchair.  And we’ve now had a few great mild clear evenings in a row, and I have my telescope here at the secret hideout.  Obviously, I need some help in terms of setup and moving it around, but I have plenty of that around here.  But I’ve gotten some good use out of it, even in spite of my predicament.

A general piece of good news is that I’ve been telling you not to interpret too much about the state of my cognitive recovery just from the surface of what I write in this space and elsewhere, and the wherefore of that.  One thing I can interpret from the fact that you all seem to think I’m mostly or fully recovered in terms of cognitive function, when I know I’m not, and the doctors dealing with this portion of my recovery know I’m not, and there are test results to prove, is that, here in my continued, but hopefully temporary, and hopefully not too much longer, state of being brain hobbled, what I do write comes off as sensible and not gibberish.  I’ve got that going for me.





Now I Know Why I Love Coffee So Much

19 04 2018

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The Week That I Wish Wasn’t

13 04 2018

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This has been my worst week pain-wise in quite a while.

It just happened to have been the week that, until this morning, I spent at Norm’s, because he has been away all week and thought it was a good idea for me to depart my normal secret hideout for the week and take care of the pugs.  And it was a good idea — Except for all this pain.

It’s yet another reminder that I was never and will not have a quick recovery, if I have more a of a recovery at all.