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Today (the 3rd) was six months since the spinal fusion surgery. Over 95% recovered. Figured it would take a good six months to totally recover, believe I'm right on track. Celebrated by walking up and down a steep hill twice. Exercises from physical therapist have been very helpful in eliminating residual back stiffness and discomfort. Believe I'll just keep doing them; they also seem to help stomach muscles. Walking buddy and I have our eyes on a rather taller, sandy hill next to the beach, planning to walk up it after Christmas. Am grateful for the recovery, especially when I remember how bad things were the morning I went into the hospital for surgery.
Lmao you're old.
 
Well he is Joseph Stalin after all.
Yes, I am, least here. And I've been pretty lucky. Beat one life-threatening condition and one life-damaging condition via the operating table. Still trucking along when daily I see obits of people with far fewer years under their belts than me.

Make each day count, folks. Tomorrow isn't guaranteed to any of us.
 
People do leave their phones unsupervised at the gym I go to, iPhones. It doesn't have anything with me, but it stresses me out.
It's a good part of town, but anyway. It would be easy to snatch it.
Seeing nice things left out stresses me out too. It's partly ingrained into my head because my parents would always tell me to hide expensive things in the car if we had to make stops at stores. I didn't think about it much until my brother had a 2-300 dollar generator stolen out of his truck in a Walmart parking lot, now I'm always actively making sure to hide even basic shit. Not to meniton there's always methheads about who love stealing jumper cables for whatever reason.
 
Yes, I am, least here. And I've been pretty lucky. Beat one life-threatening condition and one life-damaging condition via the operating table. Still trucking along when daily I see obits of people with far fewer years under their belts than me.

Make each day count, folks. Tomorrow isn't guaranteed to any of us.
We're all gonna die dude.

The funny thing is the closer death gets the less I care. Why is that? I don't know. Whatever.
 
Been a pleasant day so far. Went to a lake and ran one of my rc boats around and practiced flying my drone around taking pictures and video of the boat. It is a little difficult to fly the drone and drive the boat at the same time, but I managed. Then got some updated photos from a model company showing progress on two rc boats that I ordered from them.
 
Doing a bit better. Passed two songs on the keyboard yesterday; we gave a painting to the piano teacher, who was overjoyed and placed it on the mantle immediately. The neighbor gave us sancocho ( a type of stew; don't know the English equivalent) and we had that for lunch.
This morning, I took some sunshine as the male and female turtles were basking (had to help the female up as she's big)
 
Had a stomach bug a couple days ago and was throwing up all morning. Always feel afraid that I’m gonna die whenever this shit happens. Especially when I can’t keep any food or liquids down.

It eventually stopped, and I felt weak and delusional the rest of the day. Sleeping for a couple of hours at a time throughout.

Next day I just had a headache and now I’m fine. Weird how that works.

On the bright side, driving has become a bit easier for me. Was able to drive on the highway for a while. Listening to Ventura Highway really helped out in that regard.
 
I'm very anxious and stressed out and I don't know why, everything appears to be fine but there's a sinking feeling of dread. I'm also sick but no corona according to the test, just droopy, sneezy and I can't be around people, at work and such, because of corona(that I don't have). It's not that though. Maybe I got seasonal depression.
 
If insurance allows, I'll be in rehab starting tomorrow. Wish me luck in detox. Cuz tremors on the couch is not my idea of fun.

E- Apparently not being insured at all would have served me better. Way to go, US medical system. I'm gonna go hit a meeting while the company I pay a lot of money to figures out where they'll actually cover for me to stay.

E2- Apparently, I'm going to have to go west of the Mississippi for treatment. And they let me keep my phone? "Because sometimes business people have to keep up work while in recovery, so long as it's not during work hours(recovery time)." Shit. Did I just end up being accepted into a rich people halfway house? My insurance won't cover a cheap little local facility, but wants to send me across the country. I don't understand, but I need to pack.

And I love you all. Please have a Happy Christmas, Solstice, Krampusnacht. Have a solemn and meaningful Hannukah.
 
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