Post 364: A clean up and wax.
When I am gripped with the determination to do something, nothing can stop me but my strength.
I know I said that I would start my exercises today to start the rehab on my right shoulder—I didn’t really rec...
Post 373: Confusion and tiredness.
How is it that last week I had so much energy and this week I’m struggling to get out of bed?
Can I really have used up all the calories? Surely not with all the lovely chocolate abounding.
Yesterday’s...
372: Save one last dance for me,
(By Dysfunctional Dave)
I want another flick and toss,
Just one more fighting chance,
It’s not the end of life I want—
I’d like to tell the boss
I didn’t choose this stupid end,
...
Post 371: Shoulder hydrodilatation — ouch!
“On a scale of 10, when you get to 7 tell me and we’ll rest,” said the optimistic consultant when I had got “comfy” on the slimmest bed I’ve ever seen, before and a...
Post 370: Chocolate poisoning from Easter gifts.
It’s easy for a chocoholic like me to hoard an egg or two at this time of year but, upon opening said egg, it’s very hard not to consume all the contents as if I were a child with a hungry...
