Cry Havoc and Let Slip the Geographers of War!

Went to the Library today to pick up a hotspot for W's conference this week.

While there, we also went for a small walk in the park and to the lake. W did a lap and saw some ducky friends and spent time with two big dogs. I sat on the bench and got to meet a fish.

Man, what a life it's been. I keep thinking that just a "few years ago" I was doing this shit

and then I hurt my back falling through the roof on a fire, and breathed in some nasty chemicals on a brush fire and ended up like this for a bit

Wheelchair and oxygen were no fun.

But... I got a bit better! Mostly better. Somewhat better. I kept going to school, went back to work even!

and then I wound up back here again

But once again, I got better and went back to work

I even started to do pool rehab work to help with my back and weight gain from the steroids for my lungs

and then one day I lost the vision in my left eye right out of the blue and started having to wear these glasses full time, and I was spending a lot more time in the hospital.

With w by my side, I ended up doing a lot of testing and stuff, no real health emergencies or changes though except for becoming diabetic from the med changes

So many times going and get stabbing and stuck and so much blood drawn and weird invasive procedures all to find out... nothing.

Then COVID hit and we ended up living by the water after a quick sojourn to the AZ desert from the SFV. We've been going out almost 4 to 5 times a week, exploring, walking, relaxing, and just having a lot of fun!

So what now? One day I woke up and I had really bad cramping in my buttocks. It's gotten to the point where I can barely walk at all and my right hand goes numb and useless. Just like with my back injury.. one day I was fine, the next I wasnt. Just like with my eyesight, one day I could see, the next I couldn't. And now??? One day I was doing better walking with just the assitance of a cane, and now??? Now, we're thinking I'm going to need a power wheelchair.

I've had 3 ultrasounds, chest xray, lots of blood workup, and the other day we went for a CT scan.

I decided to start fresh.

My ListenBrainz account - https://listenbrainz.org/user/Mikes_-_Music/

My LastFM account - https://www.last.fm/user/Mikes_-_Music

I have tracked my music off and on since 2012 and that includes a lot of stuff from when W would use my phone and other misc crap like that. So I want to start fresh and new and see how my tastes are NOW.

Oh, and CT scan went fine. Easy peasy with the contrast and we'll see what they say.

I've started losing feeling and stuff in my right hand too... so there's that.

We still are waiting to hear if they want me in a wheel chair or not.

We're still waiting to hear if this is permanent or temp.

We're still waiting to find out what's going on at all.

It's funny, I still haven't come around to the thought that anything is "different" but the more stuff I try and do, like go for a walk and stuff, the more it sinks in.

Still a bit irked about last night.

NEVER... EVER... tell me the reason you can't do anything is because of "policy."

Fuck you and your shitty policies. If the policy is wrong, if the policy is a hindrance, you note that and you fix that.

Still plugging away at my music collection and I'm finally tackling the Eric Clapton section. God I fucking HATE that POS, but at the same time, some of my favorite songs were by bands he was a part of.

The complication increases when you realize that he liked to take his songs and play them with multiple bands across multiple records!

So hat I did is make a special tag for everything involving him, and then sorted that tag by song title so I could see all the duplicates. I then selected my favorite versions of them and marked the rest as ignore.

Just because he's a jerk doesn't mean I don't want to hear Blind Faith or Cream songs ya know?

W loves to do chores and work at her table and stuff with headphones on.

Calling her name, waving at her, all the usual stuff to get her attention doesn't work. Even messaging her phone rarely works.

You know what does work?

Whistling. A quick Hi-Lo whistle cuts right through whatever she's listening to immediately.

It's the same whistle call I used to use to tell the AwesomeCat to come over here.

Man, I don't even know.

The more I walk, and the more I struggle... the more real it becomes.

I'm not sure if I'm supposed to push and keep walking... or rest, and heal... I don't know.

They say the walker/rollator is a no go, they also say a wheelchair is a no go. They want me in a power wheelchair... and... uhhh.. I'm on the 2nd floor man. Steps only. That's not gonna work lol.

W and I are talking and she said "Wait... how do you spell Oww?" So I tell her O-W-W... and she goes, ok... I was thinking Ouch is O-U-C-H, so maybe it was O-U-U, How do you pronounce that?

And thats when my stomach makes the perfect OUUUUUUUUU sound!!!!!

The timing was impeccable and she just stared at it with big eyes and NOPED out of the room!