Last month of the year has arrived, it is December 2014 and oh how the time has passed.
Retired from Federal Government somewhat expected but never expected to occur as it did so quickly. Twenty five years with them seems like the cross between a lifetime and a bad dream that’s over and gone.
Since August, my official retirement-out date and receipt of my first pension check the days have been filled with ‘catching-up’ on the details, minor at first but over the years the details became an agenda in need of fulfillment. Deferred health care was a major concern and problematic that the time was never available. So I suffered consequences unavoidably. Obviously the top of me list is/was get your body fixed or repaired as well as my home. So much deferred for so long.
After years of painful and life altering spinal injury, no not disc, chord injury my surgeon ‘did it’. He repaired the damage I’d carried for years, but what I thought would take a day or two and a few weeks of healing, well I underestimated the process (laugh here). I am now humble and grateful to him (my surgeon) and Emory-midtown in Atlanta GA, for what I simply call medicine. The process that combines the facility, the Doctors, nurses, tech and their philosophy. Medicine, the combination of physical, emotional and atmosphere to heal the sick. I thank you all. And the check is in the mail, its not free but worthy. Again thank you.
The few months before my surgery was spent on those items time never allowed working 10-12-14 hour days 6 days a week. Painting the house and windows, installing workable vents from laundry to exterior, repairing interior cracks in sheetrock. My home has been bounced around like a bouncing ball from a ‘massive construction’ project next door, but that is another story. And it is not pleasant at all.
Anyhow, from a year ago to this day the quote or saying…….” It was the best of times & It was the worst of times’ has never been more true nor real. While preparing physically for my surgery, like riding my bicycle every trip around town not driving. Me decided me need something for the long haul after surgery. I’d played guitar most of my life, despite my tin-ear. Work had so over taken my life the past 10-15 years I’d stopped playing and fairly well stopped listening to music. I purchased a nice guitar and told myself I learn to play again.
A few days out of the hospital and still drugged/medicated to a very high degree I picked up that guitar and found a chord or two, still looking for that ‘note’, but she, the guitar sure sounds sweet.
God Bless those who have helped me recover to where I am now and it is good. Until then, when my strength returns me days are up and me days are down.