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This afternoon out on the lake.

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April 11, 2009

Seem To Matter
Thursday. The blood pressure is still running in the nineties over the sixties, but for the first time, starting yesterday evening, I can feel I've made a jump forward. It's almost as if a layer had been lifted, not just from the fuzzy brain, but from the entire body. As if the skin were communicating more directly and clearly with the outside world. This is good. Makes me realize what a hood I've been under. Spring is here although there's still stuff going on that will be going on inside for a while yet before it's finished I'm thinking. Diddle-dee-dinking.

Saturday. So we had a relapse after the above, but I guess that's the way these things go. (What do I know?) A good day or a good few hours evidently come along and then they abruptly go away and then out of the blue here comes another good day that lasts somewhat longer. I don't know how long this current period will run, but it started at around seven last evening and seems to be holding into the morning. Too bad I tried that toast with breakfast - not a good idea - but you can leave the toast on the plate, finish the scrambled eggs and the stomach seems to forgive you in another hour (or two). Fill in with one of these swell bottles of Ensure I picked up Friday morning, the liquid diet drink preferred by nine out of ten people in my situation and the day is salvageable.

Later. I managed a walk down the way to the farmer's market, a bus ride from the market to the downtown to pick up some necessary items at Rite Aid, a ride back feeling, well, tired. Tired tired. So the day has gone, the stomach is a bit acid and I'm ready for bed. Another day passeth. Monday marks the beginning of the fifth week since I was released from the hospital. I'm counting on six weeks being the norm for the body to do what it needs to knit up whatever was cut and/or pasted. The fact I might not be able to eat a normal meal for another six weeks beyond that doesn't seem to matter.

The photograph was taken this afternoon out on the lake with a Nikon D2X mounted with a 17 - 55mm f 2.8 Nikkor DX lens at 1/2000 second, f 2.8, ISO 100.