This time it's war

It seems like ages since I sat and typed a bit, it's longer than I planned. I wanted to keep this blog as a regular part of my week but things get in the way. Nothing dramatic, just normal stuff that everyone has in their life like family and friends, I feel it's more important for me to spend time with them rather than hiding myself away and tapping away at my laptop like a hermit. Today is a good example of that, I'm batch cooking for the week so my wife can come in from work and everything will be ready, I can sit down now because I'm just waiting for the chicken to finish. On any other day people phone me or call by, and I love when people do both, and it's kind of rude to start typing when they're in the room, especially if they brought biscuits.

This week a buddy of mine brought me some duck eggs so we had some poached on tuna for lunch, I'll take that any day over an hour of typing. The same day another old friend called by and we'll be fishing the local rivers real soon together. A friend I shared a flat with in Cork years ago came by and sparked an interest I have that could well lead to a bit of a job. Also a kind soul bequeathed a van to me so a bit of my time had to be spent on that. What I mean is that as much as I love doing this blog my family and friends are more important but I reckon you all ready figured that out.

I've been spending a lot of time recording as well. I got a lot done during the week so I'll have a lot of editing and mastering to do in hospital. I try to record as organically as possible and not use electronic trickery to polish the tracks and that can be very frustrating and time consuming but I like the finished sound, to me it's an honest sound. Not a lot of people agree with me so I'll never go platinum any day soon but I like what I like and don't see why I should compromise just because the big record companies do. I'm not a record producer or anything but I like recording songs and let the lyric come across and not crowd the melody so the listener can really hear what the songwriter wanted to say.

I'm back in hospital on Monday but I'm not feeling too bad, I think the new physio I'm doing has helped a lot. The relapse this time around hasn't been as severe as it has been in the past so I think it's time to declare war on my C.I.D.P. I'm not so stupid that I think I can cure the damn thing but what I am going to do is increase the physio and the general daily demands on my body to see if I can improve my mobility during the month, because to be honest being in a wheelchair a lot of the time is a bit of a drag, and my daughter keeps threatening to bring me up a hill and let me go if I don't let her shop, and she likes to shop.

I've set myself a target that the physio in hospital reckons might be beyond my range but she's only got four years training and another 12 years on the job experience, what would she know..I might be setting myself up for a big disappointment here but here's my target.

I want to walk from my house to fountain in town and back totally unaided and walking properly all the way, no limping or hyper extending allowed. To most people this is a stroll and no problem but for me it's much farther than my two hundred and seventy yards with crutches limit. I think it's a reasonable target, I'm not sure exactly how far it is and I don't really want to measure it in case the figure scares me off. I want to do this within the next month. So before I go back to hospital next time I want to have walked that distance. If I can do that then I'll raise the bar the next month and if I can't then it's back to the drawing board, and if I totally break down my doctors in Cork assure me they can fix me. I'll try and keep a record of things as they happen to me and I hope my friends keep calling and encouraging me, because without my family and friends I could do nothing.