In all honesty, I never thought I would live to see another spring. I'm standing at the threshold in amazement and gratitude, but my fragile mind doesn't dare to venture toward future possibilities. I'm here now.
The day is bathed in a surrealistic golden light. No exaggeration. The sunlight here in the Tennessee hills is submerged in an ethereal yellow haze that I've never seen anywhere else. I've tried to capture it in photos but it seems to be evasive.
Spring is here but no blossoms are in sight. Greenery is sprouting on the ground. Today is cool with a defiant windy chill.
Did I ever mention that I live on King Mountain? The family that previously owned this property was named King. This was named by their ancestors.
So how am I doing? I'm still in agonizing physical pain and mental anguish, but no need for alarm. I'm used to it. My spinal injuries are so intense that it takes me twenty minutes to get out of bed (I've timed it). The edema is so bad that my legs are stiff and numb. Walking is a near impossibility - - even with the walker. I'm gasping for breath most of the time.
But these afflictions are minor. I'm more worried about "other" things......
For the past few weeks I've been battling with Walmart's online pharmacy. I desperately needed to refill my edema meds. I accurately provided them with all my information. I kept getting rude messages that they can't validate my identity.
Infuriating! I might be half dead but I'm still here.
So yesterday (Friday) I got a visit from a new nurse (a male nurse). When I told him my plight, he immediately called Walmart and demanded my refill. Then he drove into town and brought my meds within two hours. I can hardly express my gratitude. His help was a miracle from heaven.
My physical limitations are humiliating and frustrating. I'm slowly but surely turning into Blanche DuBois - - depending on the kindness of strangers.
Think about that for awhile. It will eventually get funny.
One thing for sure is that I'm absolutely dreading my two upcoming medical appointments in Cookeville on April 2nd and 4th. I have no way to get there except for the Transport Company from Hell - - who made me miss all of my February and March appointments.
I have absolutely no faith in them and their sublime incompetence. I'm dreading April so much that my nights are sleepless.
This is only one of about a thousand other worries I have.
I won't expound. It would be too painful.
No need to be alarmed - - I'm merely thinking out loud.
Thank you for reading this. And a special thanks to you who watched my recent videos. It means a lot. Jon
Top photo facing north toward the cow pasture
Two photos (below) of my uninteresting front "yard"