Sunday morning, the 19th of October. It is an absolutely perfect Chamber of Commerce morning here in the Mountains. 50º going up to 68º, painfully clear blue skies, and the foliage is at the height of the color change. By next weekend, it will become a torrential downpour of leaves as they all seem to have changed colors together this year and won't be hanging around much longer. The house is still and quiet, the dogs have been out and are back asleep, the girls are still sleeping from a well needed evening of revelry (daughter Erika came home with a girl friend for the weekend from college).
And I am up, fairly rested from another night of semi-sleep and a restful day yesterday of college game day couch potato-ism. Today, I get to drive the girls back down to Greensboro so they can get back to the second half of the semester and Kim and I get back to living in our "empty nest". I think she really misses having Erika here, considering the brilliant conversationalist I have been since coming back from treatment.
There hasn't been a lot to talk about when your life consists of sleeping, taking liquid diets 3-4 times a day, and having to be in semi lock down because my white blood cell count is low. This situation is keeping me from going places for fear of catching a "public" disease like the flu or a cold. A cold could put me in the hospital again in a matter of days if it developed quickly and turned into pneumonia. WBC's are the defense fighters of the body and mine have been on overtime since June. The reinforcements are arriving slowly everyday with my blood counts going up but slowly is the definitive term. Not eating real food does not help the process. Nutrients are needed to make me stronger, the liquid food is merely to keep me stable, but I am beginning the process of tasting and eating foods again. Not much mind you. 7-Up is a winner. Those little effervescent bubbles make my mouth happy by cutting down the phloem attack and cooling temperatures as it goes down my still slightly sore throat. Sherbet is also good, although the acid in the citrus flavoring tends to bother my throat. Pretty exciting fair, eh? It's a beginning. And that is my new mantra and attitude. I have been too negative for a long time. I've finally decided it's time to get off the Pity Bus and take control of my body and my life.
My friend Steve sent me some very positive recordings about Self-Healing through Guided Imagery. They describe what Guided Imagery is and how to focus meditatively on connecting with my body to basically create a conversation with it to help in the healing process. It sounded a little odd at first but I am taking the time to do it every now and then and it helps. If anything, it is refocusing me in a positive direction instead of being such a downer all the time. That in its self is huge I think, positive vs negative. I have noticed it has generally helped in all aspects so this is good.
This week I am going to Vegas for a survey of venues at Mandalay Bay. Work has begun again.
I'm feeling about 80% if you don't count the eating thing and I think that is good. My hair is growing.
And the world is changing and preparing for the next phase of life and so am I.
And I am up, fairly rested from another night of semi-sleep and a restful day yesterday of college game day couch potato-ism. Today, I get to drive the girls back down to Greensboro so they can get back to the second half of the semester and Kim and I get back to living in our "empty nest". I think she really misses having Erika here, considering the brilliant conversationalist I have been since coming back from treatment.
There hasn't been a lot to talk about when your life consists of sleeping, taking liquid diets 3-4 times a day, and having to be in semi lock down because my white blood cell count is low. This situation is keeping me from going places for fear of catching a "public" disease like the flu or a cold. A cold could put me in the hospital again in a matter of days if it developed quickly and turned into pneumonia. WBC's are the defense fighters of the body and mine have been on overtime since June. The reinforcements are arriving slowly everyday with my blood counts going up but slowly is the definitive term. Not eating real food does not help the process. Nutrients are needed to make me stronger, the liquid food is merely to keep me stable, but I am beginning the process of tasting and eating foods again. Not much mind you. 7-Up is a winner. Those little effervescent bubbles make my mouth happy by cutting down the phloem attack and cooling temperatures as it goes down my still slightly sore throat. Sherbet is also good, although the acid in the citrus flavoring tends to bother my throat. Pretty exciting fair, eh? It's a beginning. And that is my new mantra and attitude. I have been too negative for a long time. I've finally decided it's time to get off the Pity Bus and take control of my body and my life.
My friend Steve sent me some very positive recordings about Self-Healing through Guided Imagery. They describe what Guided Imagery is and how to focus meditatively on connecting with my body to basically create a conversation with it to help in the healing process. It sounded a little odd at first but I am taking the time to do it every now and then and it helps. If anything, it is refocusing me in a positive direction instead of being such a downer all the time. That in its self is huge I think, positive vs negative. I have noticed it has generally helped in all aspects so this is good.
This week I am going to Vegas for a survey of venues at Mandalay Bay. Work has begun again.
I'm feeling about 80% if you don't count the eating thing and I think that is good. My hair is growing.
And the world is changing and preparing for the next phase of life and so am I.
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