Friday, January 22, 2016

Medical Travails Friday January 22

My wife Deborah says that right  now the question of the month/week/day/hour she’s getting at the moment is simply this:  has Forrest really lost his mind or is he faking it?

The answer is:  I haven’t lost my mind but nor am I precisely faking it.  I’ve enjoyed taking off on a rambling, somewhat whimsical mood over the last couple of weeks, doing whatever I want to do.  Of course, I have found that this is a double edged sword.  If I want to take off, for instance, go buy a couple of Eveready batteries and hook up the cat buggy that we got Ellis and Mina for Christmas, or to plug into their Motor Bug, it’s well and fine – until such time as I decide I’m ready to stop with the game.  The cats know the batteries have not given out (they’ve seen the commercials) and they refuse to let the game end.   Their version of the game is not particularly robust, however, mainly consisting of sitting at the side of the carpet and hollering until one of us revs the toy up and gets it zipping around again.

The motortack buggy wasn’t really designed for this kind of thing, which more or less makes it perfect. Just set it to dive for the cat’s nose and then stand back to watch the reaction.  It has limited steering (very limited) and you can get it to make a dive at the cat’s nose if you take the time and a little practice.

Cat and machine

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Medical Travails Friday January 16

Ready for more babbling?  I know I am.

I mentioned in the last entry that I might have more to say on a certain subject. Can anyone guess what it is?  It’s simply this: the right to babble!

Okay, let me warn you right now there is going to be a fair amount of babbling in this blog entry—not just because I’m losing my mind, which is true, but because I’ve earned the right to lose my mind, have been working for this goal for many years and expect to capitally enjoy the moment.  This could wind up being even worse than some of the missives that have come before. In other words, I may enjoy it more.

Medical Travails Monday December 28


Okay, let me warn you right now there is going to be a fair amount of babbling in this blog entry—not just because I’m losing my mind, which is true, but because I’ve earned the right to lose my mind, have been working for this goal for many years and expect to capitally enjoy the moment.  This could wind up being even worse than some of the missives that have come before. In other words, I may enjoy it more.

Friday, January 1, 2016

My Stay in Hospice, Night One



Well, I will say this was certainly unexpected.  Hence the term, “unexpected.”   But for the past several nights, when I’ve been ready to go to bed at night, my body hasn’t been – not because because  I’m not sleepy but because of persitent pain.  This sets up what you might call a criss-cross across of pain across my lower left flank that extends across to my upper right flank.  The pain is surpsingnly brisk –about a 7 on scale of 10.  That’s not too much to keep me from nodding off to sleep eventually but it is enough to make it quite difficult.