I was able to get up on Saturday for about six hours so that I could attend the opening game of the University of South Florida football season.  Since I wasn’t entirely sure everything was hunky-dory, I decided to stay down on Sunday and then got up on Labor Day to visit my mother, who I hadn’t seen in a couple of weeks.  Everything went well and she looked considerably better than the last time I visited her.  Although if you were to listen to her, she’s on death’s door as I dictate this.  She was actually able to walk into the Florida room without the aid of her walker and although it scared the hell out of me, it delighted me in another way.

It took nine days to heal the two small spots and now I have to get used to my chair again.  Oh I delight in things like this.  I did, however, learn some viable lessons about what to use it you have a slight open area in a position that could potentially turn into a decubitus ulcer.  I did some research and asked a lot of other quads and I ultimately ended up purchasing bag balm.  Literally 12 hours after we started using it we could see a considerable change.  Thanks for the go better and I started to feel like I had control again.

I would have been on the web a little bit more while I was in bed, but for some reason I was having difficulties with all the other microphones, not to mention the pain in the butt of having to wear my glasses.  I really need to get some old-fashioned half-moon reading glasses that are extremely comfortable.  That or I need to go in for LASIK surgery.

Hopefully I’ll be able to start getting more accomplished so I feel a little bit more self worth.  I know it’s difficult for most people to comprehend, but even someone as optimistic as I am has times when I don’t feel as if I’m contributing enough.  In some ways that’s a good thing, but in others it can be somewhat self-destructive.

I’ll try to get around to looking at all of your blogs tonight, but I’m going to be driving around my neighborhood for the first time in about six weeks, so who knows whether this microphone will stay in sync if I happen to stop and talk to a neighbor or two.  My gosh is my voice rather raspy today.  I sound like a 70-year-old smoker.

Until later.
BP
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