For those who may be interested, recovery continues. I know things are improving because my memory is fairly clear about how bad things were. Last week, the week before. But, as is the nature of the critter, we tend only to focus on the present and how crappy it may be.
But I am getting work done. I’ve completed the first few prints I intend to exhibit in this year’s Archon art show. Done the critiques of the short stories for the workshop I’m conducting then. And just about finished two chapters in the current project. (About those chapters, it is with wry amusement I note that I was about to doggedly go down the wrong path in one of them when this nonsense struck. Between the time off and the percocet hell, I realized the mistake I was about to make and corrected it. Always look for something positive, you know?)
Other things are better. Not great. I seriously doubt I’ll be back to the gym for at least another month. And my body seems to have entered another phase of healing, because around noon or one o’clock I seem unable to stay awake. My sleep is deep. I’m assuming my body knows what it’s doing.
Part of my reticence involves a growing lack of patience. I’m getting well enough to start chafing under the restrictions. I would really like to walk my dog by myself. I would like to go to the grocery store so that Donna doesn’t have to. So on and so forth. I’d like to be able to say I’m catching up on my reading, but that hasn’t been a notable achievement.
In any case, I’m still alive and that’s the best part. So till my next entry here, I’ll leave you with a new image and a hope that the rest ofyour summer is just fine.
Glad you are getting better. If the smoothness of the writing is any indicator, your recovery sounds steady, smooth and upward. Health, healing and present focus to you.