Monkey on My Back

There is a Monkey on My Back and it's me.

I can hardly articulate moods which are flying around the inside of my head like a Kansas twister. It was a week ago the Groshong Catheter, A.K.A. port was removed. I was reminded in the morning while organizing my wallet, as within was the "Medical Alert". It may be of no interest to anyone, but my port was part of lot number REVD0436. Any other REVD0436 (ers) out there? Perhaps we should form a club.

The internet provides a lot of information about cancer patients experiencing "Post Traumatic Shock Syndrome" and perhaps this is what I'm dealing with. Almost wish I could blame and name, a Syndrome, so I could just say, "Hey Guys, I'm not really pissed off or in a terrible mood, it just my Syndrome". Ahhhh would be nice to have something to fall back on.

No, not to be for me,  I'm simply impatient, tired of hurting, asleep feet, sore hands and the new scars I bear. Guess it's time for me to "Man Up" and just quit feeling sorry for myself.

Reike tomorrow, I know Dee and Lorette will start me on a better path.

On a bright note, my running is coming back stronger then I ever would have guessed.

Mike