SICK

I’m sitting in a hospital room after learning first hand the meaning of pneumonia is the old man’s best friend. I’s hard to explain how one minute you’re living your life going about things as normal in the next minute you’ve keeled over with a huge temperature and carried off to the hospital. So pneumonia not only made me sicker than I’ve ever felt in my life, but also like a thief stole my shake-ass juju. Chunks of the movement I had gained after fighting my spinal cord injury, thieved in sick’s satchel and out the window and into the woods. So, I’m in a rehab joint where I have to wrestle back all the pieces from that satchel. . It’s a bitch. It’s an f-ing bitch. But there’s nothing for it but to do the work. So, I will pause my posting on Give A Dog A Bone until what’s took is in the book and I’m on the go again. Think soon Junie Moon.