Saturday, 2/12 -- What color is your bus?

I continue to feel a little better each day, relief from the intense leg pain. I am convinced that it was caused by Procrit. They will NEVER use that stuff on me again.

The diminishing pain has, of course, helped my overall frame of mind.
I don't recall if I shared this in the blog before, but they ask me to rate pain on scale of 1 to 10, ten being the worst pain ever. One being a paper cut that you know is there but it doesn't top you from using your finger. The leg pain was spiking up to an 8 and 9 out of 10.

I felt what I consider a 10 of 10 once in my life. It was after my car accident in 1989. I won't go into details, but I want you to know that I won't use "10 out of 10" lightly.

When I'm in my most pain and fatigue is when I'm most depressed. But all things considered, who can blame me for being a little depressed all the time?

Being an upbeat, generally positive person doesn't mean also being blissfully ignorant.

However, what I would give to be blissfully ignorant of a lot of things right now.
Ignorance is underrated.
Idiocy is gold in my book. There's no shortage of it in the world, I just wish I had my share.

Anyway, I'm concentrating today on breathing. My lungs are a cause of medical concern, so I'll use some of the breathing techniques that Melissa, Dr Weil and others have taught me. More oxygen in my system can only be a good thing.

Air is our friend.

I will live to be 70.
But just like everyone else on the planet, I may be hit by a bus tomorrow.
I'm PLANNING on being hit by a bus when I'm 70.
The bus will be in Christchurch, New Zealand.
It will be green, white and have a splotch of Eric on the front.


By the way, I'm surprised that NO ONE has made any comments on the Dynamite Monkey picture I posted last week. That is one of my favorite pictures, I thought it would have gotten some kind of reaction. Maybe I'm more of an idiot than I realize? :)