Hello Fellow Travelers!
Once again I had a great cancer-relevant topic all ready to go (This week: Brain Tumors & Brain Surgeons-like Peanut Butter and Chocolate! The Halloween Edition) and then this happened: I caught a rare glimpse of the back of my upper legs that have been exercised, daily, for years, and I got another "shock of my life". To wit, my legs appeared to be trying to escape from a small "sea of skin" and it's nothing anybody needs to see! Ever! Heck, it gives me the willies just telling you about it! I had just sent my first WTH? to my "glam squad" (well really it's only one person but she's really glamorous! She is a squad!)
Before she or anyone could respond I morphed again! Weird skin, gone! Weirder muscles, developed and pronounced! Could the elusive "neuroplasticity'' be far behind? I hope not. Now that I finally see results I'm more motivated than ever to follow through. I wasn't kidding about not having a "Plan B". I barely have a "Plan A" When you change greatly from day to day, you do begin to be prepared for anything, or think you need to be. Frogs falling from the sky? Sure. Saw it in a movie . It could happen. In SoCal! Brain cancer? Bring it! MRI? Nahhh, too scary!
I feel like I should be wearing armor and a shield, every time I step out of bed! Who knows what the day might bring; Mayhem, bad hair, bad cookies (no such thing, the only bad cookies are great cookies behaving badly, like if a cookie started cooking methamphetamine, like if an Oreo went all Heisenberg on you. Pretty silly! Would never happen! But then if you told me back in 2011 that I'd still be in a wheelchair in 2014 I probably would have sneered something to the effect of "Run, run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!" So what do I know?) You name it, I'll just try to be ready for it.
Intense "sit-bones" therapy? Ready! Angry Korean Water Spirit from "The Ring"? Ready! Focusing both eyes on the same spot? I'm on it! Stabbing a zombie so you don't waste a bullet on it (yes, they move that slowly!)? I'm all over it! You have to be ready for anything. Because anything can and will happen! Count on it!
A couple of weeks ago the only "ISIS" I knew was a very fictional company from a very fictional animated comedy series! Now, the whole world is figuratively "mounting up" to go "take care of them". My cookie-baking-law-writing-best-friendo thinks she and I should saddle up, arm up (her husband has always believed in safe gun-ownership - and gun safes) and going to Iraq or wherever, "Thelma & Louise" style! See? Anything can happen. Anything!
Once again I had a great cancer-relevant topic all ready to go (This week: Brain Tumors & Brain Surgeons-like Peanut Butter and Chocolate! The Halloween Edition) and then this happened: I caught a rare glimpse of the back of my upper legs that have been exercised, daily, for years, and I got another "shock of my life". To wit, my legs appeared to be trying to escape from a small "sea of skin" and it's nothing anybody needs to see! Ever! Heck, it gives me the willies just telling you about it! I had just sent my first WTH? to my "glam squad" (well really it's only one person but she's really glamorous! She is a squad!)
Before she or anyone could respond I morphed again! Weird skin, gone! Weirder muscles, developed and pronounced! Could the elusive "neuroplasticity'' be far behind? I hope not. Now that I finally see results I'm more motivated than ever to follow through. I wasn't kidding about not having a "Plan B". I barely have a "Plan A" When you change greatly from day to day, you do begin to be prepared for anything, or think you need to be. Frogs falling from the sky? Sure. Saw it in a movie . It could happen. In SoCal! Brain cancer? Bring it! MRI? Nahhh, too scary!
I feel like I should be wearing armor and a shield, every time I step out of bed! Who knows what the day might bring; Mayhem, bad hair, bad cookies (no such thing, the only bad cookies are great cookies behaving badly, like if a cookie started cooking methamphetamine, like if an Oreo went all Heisenberg on you. Pretty silly! Would never happen! But then if you told me back in 2011 that I'd still be in a wheelchair in 2014 I probably would have sneered something to the effect of "Run, run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!" So what do I know?) You name it, I'll just try to be ready for it.
Intense "sit-bones" therapy? Ready! Angry Korean Water Spirit from "The Ring"? Ready! Focusing both eyes on the same spot? I'm on it! Stabbing a zombie so you don't waste a bullet on it (yes, they move that slowly!)? I'm all over it! You have to be ready for anything. Because anything can and will happen! Count on it!
A couple of weeks ago the only "ISIS" I knew was a very fictional company from a very fictional animated comedy series! Now, the whole world is figuratively "mounting up" to go "take care of them". My cookie-baking-law-writing-best-friendo thinks she and I should saddle up, arm up (her husband has always believed in safe gun-ownership - and gun safes) and going to Iraq or wherever, "Thelma & Louise" style! See? Anything can happen. Anything!
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