A Little Tired of Being Strong...

Look. I know that I’m supposed to be made of stronger stuff… And that I can weather situations better than most. I can even find a perfect silver lining in the worst situations so that I can give myself the inspiration to keep on trucking. Today? Not so much. I talked to a few people (who...

Self Soothing...

There are some places that not everyone can follow you. And there are some situations where nothing can really be said. You have to just man up and handle it all by yourself – mostly because… you don’t really know how to articulate it for someone else to understand and sympathize...

Recuperation – Week 2...

Well, at the end of another week, figured I’d do a sum up because the days aren’t THAT terribly different. Being on bed-rest / orders not to use the stairs severely limits my interaction with the world and thus my varied experiences. So I’ll just truncate it all into one post. Friday...

Reconstruction – Week 1...

What a week. I don’t even know how to articulate everything that’s happened. I’m not quite sure I remember it all. But I’ll try. Sunday – Angels of mercy in the form of my friends came by to fete me before I had to fast. Li’l Vic came through with food and hair...