The body is a total mess right now. I believe it is just back pain; Emily does not agree with that. I struggle to do anything leaving Emily to wait on me hand and foot. I told her that we need to decide pretty soon whether to place me in the longer term care facility. This just is not fair to her.
I want to get her portrait done for the Mug-shot series, but am physically unable to do so. Sending me to the long term care unit likely closes that window. But it is a window that may never open again.
Very frustrating.
I spent almost five entire days in the short term care unit. Two of which the nurses took full care of me because I was out of it. Very, very sick.
My back really hurts, but I feel much better.
If we can get the back right, I will be functioning on a high level. But running again is doubtful.
I will not rule it out. I do not quit easily.
Dr. Pophali, my hematologist at UW, gave me a beautiful smile and told me I exceeded her expectations. I do not understand quit. I do not know why I am wired this way. It is the only thing I know.
It is as if I am at a party. I am still enjoying it, why would I want to go home?
I started reading, Rogues' Gallery: The Rise (And Occasional Fall) of Art Dealers, the Hodden Players in the History of Art, and it is going to be a wonderful read.
I keep on living and get to read good book after good book. Not a bad way to go out. Emily is working on Dante's Inferno. Let's see if she can get herself through it. That would be nice. She struggles with ADHD.
