Thinking Aloud: Life Sure Is An Odd Duck, Ain’t It.

Well, Ain’t It?

Sure It Is.

My Life Has Always Been Of The Odder(er) Sort.

I’m The Guy That Everything Just Happened To.

If Something Bad Was Possible, I Took The Brunt.

If Something Good Was Possible, Chances Are It Eventually Did Happen In Some Small Way.

If Something In-Between Was Possible, Chances Are I Got The Far-Far-Far-Worse Side Of It.

But, I’m Not Really In The Mood To Complain.

I’m More Of A Mind To Quickly Say “THANK YOU” To You, My Peeps.

I Have My Reasons For Saying “THANK YOU” To You, And I Know I’ll Be Talking About Them More And More As Time Rolls Onward.

But, For Now, For This Moment, I’m Just A Thankful Man.

A Lot Of People Have Tried, And Have Done Their Bestest(est) To Help Carry Me Through These Past Few Years.

As Of Late Monday Afternoon, I Was Informed That A Longstanding Battle I’ve Been Fighting Has Finally Been Resolved.

It Has Been Resolved In MY Favor.

I Won.

My Life Of Hell And Bullshit And Sickness And Poor-Health And More And More Sickness, And Pain, And Suffering, And Blah Blah Blah, And Yakity Schmakity, Has Finally Paid-Off.

At Least, In Regard To This ONE Little Victory.

However, It Makes Me Feel Best Because FINALLY Someone Took Notice That Was In A Position To Do Something About It.

And, They Sided In My Favor.

I’m Elated,

I Feel An Enormous Sense Of Relief.

The 18,000lbs Elephant, With The 800lbs Gorilla Riding Said Elephant, Feel Lifted From Me.

Now I Just Need To Get This Pesky Monkey Off My Damned Back…

…And Perhaps This Chip Off Of My Shoulder…

…Oh, And The Thorn In My Side…

…Uh…

…Yeah…

…Nevermind.

But, Yes, “THANK YOU” Again, Everyone.

Now, Maybe Life Really Can Start Again.

Or, Hopefully, Continue Just Improving And Improving, Bit By Bit.

That Would Be Most Acceptable.

😉     😀     🙂

“Drag Your Thoughts Away From Your Troubles…”

“…By The Ears, By The Heels, Or Any Other Way You Can Manage It. It‘s The Healthiest Thing A Body Can Do.“

—MARK TWAIN

(aka SAMUEL CLEMENS)

{{{1835–1910}}}

-=WRITER=-

-=AUTHOR=-

-=NOVELIST=-

“DAMMIT.”: Again :(

Yeah.

I Had Another Of Those Moments.

Except, This One Is Of A Different Nature.

Same Result, Though.

“DAMMIT.”

Why?!

Well…

…I Decided To Go For A Walk.

It’s The First Time I’ve Attempted A Lengthy Walk-About Since My Latest Medical Scare.

It Started-Off Well Enough.

I Was Moving.

My Left Leg Was A Bit Gimpy, But It Was Functioning.

So I Pressed-On.

I Was Jamming To Some Excellent Tunage.

It’s Pretty Brisk Outside, But It Felt Wonderful To Be Out-&-About.

And THEN…

…”DAMMIT.”

The Bottom Kinda Fell Out Of The Whole Experience.

My Left Leg Gave-Out…

…AGAIN.

😦

I Damn Near Fell Flat On My Face.

Thank Jeebus I Wasn’t Around A Bundle Of People, Or I Would Have Felt A Tinge Of Embarrassment.

There Was NOTHING Funny About It.

I Was About 6-Blocks From My Home.

😦

So, I Had To Drag My Leg Back To The House.

It Was NOT Fun.

“DAMMIT.”

“DAMMIT.”

“DAMMIT.”

Granted, I Could Have Called For A Ride Back To My Place.

But, I Didn’t.

I Decided To Fight My Body And Make A Go Of It.

And I DID Make It Home.

I Was Exhausted.

Worn To A Frazzle.

But I DID Make It.

And Now, Here I Am Talking To Y’all.

“DAMMIT” I Tell You.

“DAMMIT” Indeed.

😦

Now, I’m Unsure Of What To Do.

I Have A Lot I Want To Accomplish, But Don’t Have Much Energy Left In Ye Ole Tank.

So, I Do Believe It’s Time For A Rest.

I Feel Like That’s All I’ve Been Doing, Though.

Resting Gets Pretty Frickin’ Frackin’ BORING.

I Don’t Really Get Bored That Often.

I Can Generally Find Something To Do.

I’m Pretty Resourceful.

Just Not Today.

Not. At. All.

That’s Probably Why I’m Posting This.

I Needed To Flex The Ole Chops AND Find Something Constructive To Do.

I Figure This Counts.

It Does…

…Right???

😦

“DAMMIT.”

“True Friendship Is Like Sound Health…”

“…The Value Of It Is Seldom Known Until It Be Lost.“

—CHARLES CALEB COLTON

<{1780–1832}>

<<WRITER>>

<<CLERGYMAN>>

<<GAMBLER>>

<<COLLECTOR>>

<<PHILOSOPHER>>

The MRI Is Scheduled…

…So Now I Wait.

I’m A Professional At Waiting.

My Whole Life Has Been A Series Of “Waiting Games” And I’m Sure It Has Been The Same For A Lot Of You.

Wait.

Wait.

Wait.

It Seems Like All We Ever Do Is Wait.

I Hate Waiting.

I Sincerely Do.

I’m Good At It.

But, I Still Hate It.

I Just Don’t Know What To Think.

Or, What I Should Think?

Or Even, What’s Available To Me In Regard To Thinking?

The Whole Time I Was In The Emergency Room…

…The Whole Time I Was Thinking About Someone Else.

The Doctor, Or Nurse, Would Come In To Speak With Me…

…And All I Was Concerned About Was Him.

How He’d Feel.

My Life, As Far As I Was Concerned, Was On The Line…

…And He Was All I Thought About.

Him.

Of All Things…

…Him.

If The Almost “Stroke” I Had Would Have Finished Me, What Would He Think?

Would It Devastate Him?

Would It Momentarily Cripple Him?

Would He Even Give Two-Shits?

And I Thought About Loving Him.

How I’ve Kept Quiet.

How I’ve Left Him Alone Because I Knew Doing More Than That Would Upset Him.

Does That Make Me Pathetic?

Knowing I’ve Accepted My Role On The Sidelines?

I Don’t Want To.

I Really Don’t.

But It’s “THAT” Or “NOTHING”.

And Between The Two…

…Yeah…

…I’d Accept “THAT”.

ANYWAY…

…The Point Of This Was The MRI.

It’s Set.

It’s In The Computer.

We’re Ready.

I’m Hoping It’s Clean…

…Just The Same As I’m Hoping To Find Something.

Either Way…

…At Least I’ll Know SOMETHING.

To Me, That’s A Preference.

Good Or Bad, I Wanna Know What’s Up.

Ya Know?!

SURE YOU DO!!

“Our Greatest Happiness Does Not Depend On The Condition Of Life In Which Chance Has Placed Us…”

“…But Is Always The Result Of A Good Conscience, Good Health, Occupation, And Freedom In All Just Pursuits.“

—THOMAS JEFFERSON

-<{1743–1826}>-

-<Our 3RD PRESIDENT Of The UNITED STATES Of AMERICA>-

UPDATE: Thy “Missy” She Is Mending… …This Time.

Well, My Peeps…

…I Think The Official Word Of “Mending” Is Highly Appropriate Here.

She’s Still A Touch Lethargic…

…And She’s A Touch Touchy…

…BUT…

…She Has Eaten More In The Past TWO-DAYS…

…Than She Ate Over The Previous TWO-WEEKS!

I Have To Keep Telling Her To Slow Down, And To Remember To Breathe!

Sheesh!

That’s One VERY Hungry Kitty, Fo Flippin’ SHO!

😀

She Doesn’t Listen, Of Course, But I Know She Knows What The Hell I’m Saying!

😉

So What’s Next For Her?!

Well.

Today Is Her Last Day Of Antibiotics…

…And She Has A Few More Days Of Steroid Pills To Pop.

I Sincerely Hate Hate HATE Having To Give Her Meds At All.

I Know How They Screw-Up My Systems While They’re Healing Me…

…And I Imagine What She’s Going Through Is Similar.

Just Gotta Get Through A Couple More Days Before I Give The “ALL CLEAR” Signal.

I Don’t Wanna Jump The Proverbial Gun…

…But I Do Believe She’s Gonna Be Okie-The-Dokie…

…This Time.

THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR KIND WORDS AND THOUGHTS.

I…

…And “MISSY“…

…Both Kindly Thank You.

Let’s Just Hope We’re Not Going Through This Crap Again For A Long While…

…Fo SHO Fo SHO, My Peeps!

😀       😀

NEWSFLASH: SHE ATE!!! …

…For The First Time In EIGHT (8) DAYS…

…”MISSY“…

…ATE!!!

I Do Promise To Keep Y’all Apprised Of What’s Going On With This…

…But I Simply Had To Say It To Y’all!

I Can’t Say I Don’t Know WHY She Did This…

…As The WHY Is Pretty Open AND Shut…

…She Was F-in HUNGRY!

If Any Of Y’all Hadn’t Had Any Food For EIGHT (8) Days, You’d Be Hungry.

Right???

RIGHT!!!

The Question Is…

…HOW DID SHE MANGE IT?!

And…

…WHY NOW?!

WHAT’S DIFFERENT?!

WHAT HAPPENED…

…To Turn EIGHT (8) Days Of Eating Absolutely Nothing…

…After Losing More Than FOUR (4) Pounds Of Herself In Those EIGHT (8) Days…

…To Appear To Suffer Mightily And To Such An Extent As To Make Everyone Question Themselves On Whether She Should Be “Put-Down” To End Said Suffering…

…Into Finally Having Some Nibbles Of Cat Food AND A Little Goat’s Milk?!?!?

??? !!! ???

I Simply Haven’t An Answer.

GRANTED…

…This Could Be A Fluke.

She Could Have Just Been Trying To Eat…

…Before Realizing Once Again That Eating Is Not An Option.

I DON’T KNOW.

All I Know Is She Has Shocked The Hell Out Of Me.

Period.

I Sincerely Hope This Isn’t A Fluke.

I Sincerely Hope She’s Coming-Out Of Whatever She’s Been Suffering With.

I Sincerely Hope She Decides To Eat A Little More…

…And Then A Little More…

…And Then More And More And More!

She’s Still Got A Long Way To Go If She’s Going To Make A Full-Recovery…

…To Regain Those Lost Pounds…

…To Get The Moxie Back In Her Mix…

…To Get ANY Spring Back In Those Steps…

…Etc Etc Etc.

Like I Said…

…I Promise To Keep Y’all Apprised Of What’s Going On.

Fluke OR Not…

…She’s Made Me VERY Happy.

Or…

…As Happy As One Can Be In A Situation Like This.

I’m Still Worried As Hell That She’s Going To Die…

…Or That She Continues To Suffer.

BUT…

…This IS Something.

It Really REALLY IS!

Keep Those Fingers Crossed, My Peeps.

For Those Of You Who Go In For The Whole Prayer Business, Please Continue.

So Long As She Continues To Eat, I Would Like To Think She’s Got A Shot At Recovery.

I Know I’m “Mr. Negative” In Cases Like This…

…But I’m Also “Mr. Hopeful”…

…And I’d Settle For No-Less.

I Suppose That’s Why I’m “Mr. Contradiction” Too.

😉

😀

“Health Must NOT Be Sacraficed To Learning…”

“…A Strong Body Makes The Mind Strong.”

—THOMAS JEFFERSON

(1743–1826)

-=Our 3RD PRESIDENT Of The UNITED STATES Of AMERICA=-