Feeling much better. Finally past my pneumonia, but my ribs are still very sore from all of the coughing.
I can probably start blogging soon, but I have to find a healthy balance between blogging and staying physical. Doctors want me to be active to build up my strength.
So, I most likely will be posting with comments closed for a while and touching all of you when I stop by to read your posts and respond to your comments on my blog.
I hope all is well.
I really wanted to leave all of you with a charming, immature farewell comment, but none came to mind. An obvious sign I am not in shape yet. Although a blond in shorts at the produce section of the super market did lift my spirits. So, there is hope.
Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. — John Lennon
Life is what happens…..
Monday of last week, I posted my first poem in two months (who am i). At that moment, I was feeling good, strong, and my recovery was going well. I knew I had open heart surgery on the horizon (Sept or Oct), but things were positive.
Then, my blood pressure dropped to dangerous levels.
This week, doctors have run more tests. They confirmed two arteries in my heart are deteriorating faster than they first suspected (one being the widow maker).
We are scrambling to get insurance approval, chest X-ray, EKG, carotid ultrasound, vein mapping, COVID test, and a meeting with an anesthesia team all complete.
I will do my best to answer all comments and read as many blogs as time permits.
This most likely will be my last post for a while.
dancing are rays of moonlight on the ocean dancing are your verses upon my skin goosebumps slowly transform into prima ballerinas dancing an eternal allégro a pirouette of white plumes stirring me with passion tickling every crevice in my soul
a dry leaf dances when the cool wind drags and pushes her away reminiscent of the fashion you discard my love for every time we get close ‘til our souls are almost one you become a gentle breeze softly caressing my heart then, you’re gone
Why does a man choose to walk a path alone, when he has so many friends willing to walk alongside him?
It would be easy for me to say, after my parents passed, I found myself alone in the world. With no siblings, aunts, uncles, or cousins, life forced me into this life of seclusion. But I know this isn’t true.
Yet, every time I find myself in desperate need of companionship and support, I find myself retreating into the comfort of my lonely shell.
To all my friends who have been reaching out to me, I am so sorry for the delay in my responses. It is not a rejection. It is an automatic defense mechanism, probably an unhealthy one, that gets me through these tough moments in life.
It is something I need to conquer if I ever expect to share my life with someone. After all, love is about sharing the smiles, sunsets, as well as the pain.