Posted By Russ Emerson on September 15, 2009 at 3:31 pm
Most days, in those moments between waking up and getting out of bed, I realize that’s as good as I’m going to feel all day. I’m beginning to get used to my legs always hurting.* I don’t like it, but that’s just the way it is.
Like everyone else, I have good days and bad days. Most people, if they felt like I do on a good day, would (perhaps justifiably) complain of feeling poorly. My bad days would send many to their doctors.
Sometimes, though, I have a really good day. A day when my legs feel almost normal, when I can walk almost normally. A day like, well, today.
Which is kind of surprising, really, considering how short I am on sleep so far this week.
Meh… I’ll take the good, however it comes.
* By “hurting” I don’t really mean that I’m in pain all the time — though that is the case all too often. The real issue is neuropathy, which is pretty hard to describe. The closest I can come is “simultaneously burning and freezing, with constant pins-and-needles.”
Posted By Russ Emerson on September 15, 2009 at 1:46 pm
Just when you thought it was safe to resume your empty pathetic lives, here I come, the website on a new smokin’-fast server, with another slice of sheer awesome from the ’90s.
I hope you didn’t really think any “grand tour” of amazingly good music would really be complete without including a sample of Pink Floyd. Because then I’d have to do some more butt-kicking, and to be honest, I can’t keep up with it all.
Now, their best-known work obviously came in earlier decades… but their later oeuvre* is, in my not so humble opinion, of equal or greater quality.
Plus, they put on an absolutely phenomenal live show.
I actually got to see them at the Rose Bowl on their Division Bell tour in 1995 or ’96. It was easily the one of the best concerts I have ever been to.
* It’s French, meaning “body of work,” and I’ll thank you not to snicker at my use of “French” and “work” in the same sentence.