Here’s a quote from the movie, “Dirty Harry”
You’re thinking “Did he fire six shots or only five?” Now to tell you the truth, I’ve forgotten myself in all this excitement. But being this is a . 44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world and will blow your head clean off, you’ve gotta ask yourself a question: “Do I feel lucky?” Well, do ya, punk?
So I took a risk today and stepped outside the front door. I stood there for a full fifteen seconds and nothing came out of the woods to eat me; nothing jumped on my shoulders and started pecking at my head; no calls came in from the various medical playgrounds I frequent, saying they needed me down at rhe lab right away.
You’re possibly laughing at these suggestions, but if you’d seen what life has been like … okay at some point I’ve got to cave in and say, (or shout! I CAN’T DO THIS ANYMORE. 26 YEARS IS ENOUGH FOR PD).
April was Parkinson’s Disease Month. Cogratuations. I came to the understanding that I do have PD. Ha ha ha.
OK, let’s start with about three weeks ago, sometime in earlyish April. I had foot surgery (more specifically, toe surgery on my right foot’s index toe. The surgery was successful in that the doctor was able to sever the two (or two of the) tendons that were causing the toe to do undesirable deeds. It did not remove the corn (or absess or something) but the doc said that was normal and the toe would eventually get back to what it does … helping me stop, helping me balance. (Ha, my right foot is supported by a big toe and the middle toe. The other toes exist only like ornamental jewelry or something.
The toe has continued to be sore, but finally I am seeing that it IS indeed recovering and I should be walking normally in just a matter of weeks, maybe two or three.
Check Your Skin!
Hey, those of you in sunny climates (you know who you are) need to be at least occasionally checking any unusual moles or pimples on your body. I am blessed to have inherited frog-white legs from Dad, along with a prominent nose that has a keen sense of the straightest direction to the sun. I’ve had a couple of Mohns surgeries before, and I had another on Monday to address a squamous cell nasty guy who had been a mole on my face for years (I mean, maybe forever) and he changed very quickly. He doubled in size in the time between diagnosis and removal. He was right on my jawline. I’m bandaged up — can’t get the bandage wet. Yeah, not even sweaty. Who came up with this plan?
All praise to God for helping me get through this stuff. Oh, I didn’t mention the skin/arm infection from last week. I thought my arm was going to fall off at some point. But that’s healing.
So I’m just me, but I’m learning day by day to be more dependant on–and to lean on–God’s love. You can too.