Man, I really hope not.
I have been off of my feet completely for about eight weeks now and I go to pick up my prosthetic, supposedly newer, better, molded to my exact measurements, blah blah blah, and I am up on the leg two minutes and that old familiar sting (Hurt); there is fluid leaking from where I just had at-home antibiotics. Evidently it didn’t take. It is with much dread that I informed my PC doctor, because I think I know exactly how this is going to play out, leaving me with my left leg amputated above the knee.
This will effectively end my playing career, but I will continue to play and write at home. I will post music vids here from time to time as well.
Boo fucking hoo.
There are so many more people that have it worse off than I do. I have lived a full life (so far) and I continue to marvel every single day at my very existence on this rock floating through space.
Don’t get me wrong; I will definitely miss playing out, but now I will have no choice but to quit procrastinating and finish my novel-in-progress.
And what I ever did right in my life to deserve Karen, I’ll never know, but here she is, watching hope drain from my eyes when I saw my leg was still infected, and mustering up her best optimistic smile, telling me “we’ll get through it.”
I would die for her.
I suppose it is all part of the life cycle, but the older I get, the less I get it.
I still don’t get the whole sexual identity issue, the flag, all the colors it represents; any of it. But I totally get not wanting to shortchange yourself by putting up with abuse or social disdain just because of what you are, and not who you are.
That offends my hippie philosophy.
I get wanting to take control of our own borders by more closely regulating the inflow of people balanced with taking care of the current US citizens already here.
But that’s just another political beach ball to be sent back and forth by Republicans and Democrats alike while they fatten their own coffers at We the People’s expense.
If our government, once a prized model of French Republicanism, has (d)evolved into this current shitstorm, we are just asking to be fucked over by whoever gets in office.
Talk about scary.
I don’t get the dearth of new, plot-driven, character-driven, well-written movies. It seems like if it doesn’t have flashy cartoon characters and a million explosions, it doesn’t make it to the big screen.
The only comic books I ever read were Richie Rich and Dennis the Menace and both movies sucked.
I have to leave now as I am heading to the doctor to find out the fate of my leg. I am realistically hoping for the best while expecting the worst.
And praying.
I’m doing a lot of that.
I’ll keep you posted.
Stay well.
