It’s been five days since my Irish got whipped by the Ohio State Buckeyes in the national championship game.
And contrary to popular belief in South Bend, the sun did indeed rise today.
My boys did me proud, but there was no mistake they were beaten by a bigger, stronger, and faster team. Good coaching and game planning can make up for some of it, but there is a limit that luck and trick plays have at this level.
Still, a 9-point
I played a nursing home charity gig today and afterwards came to the decision to inform my doctor of my leg condition (I am afraid the tip of my femur stump has a sore and is leaking fluid). I think my only option to address the issue is further amputation of my leg (above the knee).
I am not looking forward to his reply as I pack a small bag of essentials in preparation for my impending hospital stay. I hope they have a prosthetic for above the knee surgeries; I have more left in the tank and I am not done yet.
I am still determined to play out again in the bars and clubs, and I am currently looking for a replacement acoustic guitar, so I am not giving up anytime soon.
I heard there was a presidential inauguration the other day.
Ho-hum.
Kids in school and are still killing each other.
Used to be big news…
I went to the emergency room yesterday on my doctor’s orders for my leg and I was given a prescription for an antibiotic and sent on my way. This, despite my femur visibly protruding from my wound. The last time I was there, the sense of urgency to determine the extent of my condition could not have been higher, as opposed to yesterday’s laissez-faire treatment.
Don’t get me wrong; I am ecstatic I don’t have to undergo the above-the-knee amputation. I just thought it odd and I hope I am not costing myself bigger problems down the road.
One thing is certain; If this next round of antibiotics is unsuccessful, something has to be done. I feel like what remaining time I have left on this planet is being spent avoiding death as opposed to living life.
I’m not ready to go out like this.
I am psyched about getting back better enough to resume my music either solo, duet, or a band.
In the meantime, I’ll do what I can; upper body, right leg lifts, and not load up with sugar, which is not a big issue for me.
I just blew a 6.9 on my A1C, up from last trimester’s 6.7 and it is because this three month period included the holiday season and all the delicious food. It used to be the drinking season, but back then, I enjoyed the drinking season all year-round.
So I will keep playing YouTube videos as I attempt to teach myself some blues licks.
In the meantime, fiercely protect what little time we are granted on this planet.
Wasted time is wasted life.
I’ll keep posting.
This song is called No More Tomorrows and I wrote it in the mid-eighties in Santa Barbara, California with a co-writer that wishes to remain anonymous (I often wonder if his stance would change if the song ever made any money).
Stay well.
