Mine started at 4 AM; couldn’t sleep, so I was up and about,
not doing much, but stirring. Friday was
a bit taxing, found myself needing to rest way more than the amount of rest I
needed on Thursday. I ended up going to
bed earlier much earlier than normal.
What’s normal? I haven’t a clue any more, my world has been
redefined and things no longer have the same values that I once embraced.
Daily goal is, and continues to be, trying to take water by
mouth. I am able to get a few, very few, small sips. I need to be able to get a
couple of ounces down at once, then I can move to step two, food.
I have got to get the food down, this is necessary so that
Filmore can be evicted. I look forward to the day when Fillmore is no longer is
paired with me.
Right now Filmore is a necessary evil, I have to keep my
weight up, weight up = enough nutritional input to achieve healing. And Filmore
is the way that is accomplished.
Ninety days till the annual great expedition to Colorado . I am going,
hopefully fully recovered and able to relax and enjoy the fishing and good
company. Prior to that I have a memorial day excursion to the ranch, that one
is 45 days out.
It’s a weekend so I am in the real kicked back mode, waiting
for the forecasted bad weather, which I plan to enjoy from the comfort of my
garage.
FYI, to date 45 Hawaiian shirts were worn to treatment or
doctor visits. There remain 19 un-worn shirts for future visits. What should I
do with the ones already worn? Are they
ready to be worn again, they have all been to the cleaners and are pressed and
ready for service.
Do I wait till after filmore is out or maybe after the removal
of the medi-port? When does life return
to normal? That is the question I have, when?
Weight today – 197
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The weather is awful here. Wind and grit. Anne wants to try and get some plants in the garden but she and Sarah will be sandblasted. Yay just like a free cosmetic surgery procedure - West Texas Dermabrasion!
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