Up and Running

The heavy exfoliation due to deep excavations of raking fingernails across my red, raised pulsing full body rash halted a few days ago. I know..thanks for the image.

I am pleased to say the itching has been successfully quelled thanks to putting 3 different high does anti-histamines on board. So things are “under control” in that regard. Though I laugh – snicker is probably a better word – at such bold statements.

Ha! Did he just say ‘under control!’

I am in control of precious little. In fact I shutter/cringe at such tomfoolery.

The only thing I control these days is my attitude and I am probably batting @ 250, with a low on base percentage, high number of popups, more strikeouts than walks, and a lot of swings at balls outside the strike zone.

Even so, I am still swinging and that’s something.

Each day since I have been home has gotten better.

The fevers have also subsided. I tossed the 24 hour Tylenol and Aleve regime in the trash.

I am no longer wheezing and sputtering up the stairs like a fish out of water.

I even kicked on the running shoes this afternoon and got out there.

I am sure it was a sight to behold. Some combination of:

Took me twice as long as normal to do a winding, breathy route around “da hood.”

But, again, I mean I swung at it.

Thankfully none of the ravenous mountain lions or marauding packs of coyotes decided to cull the gimpy dude with the hair follicles trailing behind him like a path to an easy meal.

Getting my “run on” is good too because on the way back from the doctor’s office in Denver yesterday, our 2012 Subaru lost its mind. After a series of tows to different shops, it is looking like the car is in need of a complete lobotomy. That is, engine + transmission + flux capacitor repair.  That will all equal a new car more than likely.

Needless to say this is not the financial blow, time sink or aggravation we were seeking…though there is never really a good time. Throw it on the pile.

Back to that attitude, it needs to be said – I am glad I was with Sarah on the interstate as we limped our way off the highway, a precarious situation. I didn’t freak out. We didn’t even fight or panic. And though I would have preferred it to just be me in the car, I am also very glad the boys were not with us.

So, all that is to say…

I am getting there even if I am not all here.

Big Smoochy-woochy,

Leland