Suffer for my art...??

I know I should be spending a bit more time on this blog but my typing isn't always up to scratch and it would take me ages to even write a little bit. I was in hospital last week after a good month on my feet, I don't think I was in my w/chair at all in fact but I couldn't be 100% on that, I think my memory is shot or maybe every day just blends into the next day and I'm never really sure where I am either way I had a good month and felt great. Last week when I went in I still felt pretty good and for the first time I walked into the hospital instead of using the chair, I felt a real sense of achievement.

My treatment went well as always, I'm one of the lucky ones, I know some people who have a real hard time with infusions. The team of doctors are all happy with me as well and might stretch my time out of hospital from four weeks to five.It'll be good to spend more time at home.When I came out though I felt awfull for a few days, I don't know why but I just did.

As most of you know (or maybe you don't) I love playing my guitar and singing and I want to do a whole lot more of it. I recently went to see my old buddy Frank Turner and it reminded me of why I love live music so much. The whole room was full of energy and fun. Everybody sang together and danced together and there wasn't a cross word all night. Another thing I noticed was that there wasn't a single person there drunk. I've often said that about live music, it really isn't the home of a drunkard. But I digress....

I want to start playing some gigs again so I need to be 'gigfit' to do that and the best way to do that is to spend as much time on my feet as possible and this isn't always as easy as I would like. The thing is that the more time I spend on my feet the fitter I get but also the more time I spend on my feet the more pain I'm in the next day and the day after that. It's a bit of a mathematical nightmare.

I've been spending a day a week in Cork City. The city centre is flat and there are some great coffee shops to drop into to have a rest, and I like coffee, see it all fits. I was there yesterday and decided to wander out past the Mardyke as far as Wellington bridge, it's only about a mile and took me just over two hours, it was my Everest for this week (everyone should have an Everest every week, even if it's only a speedbump) It was a nice walk, when you have to walk slowly you get to see an awfull lot of things that you'd normally miss. My lift picked me up just by the bridge and I felt great. Last might I didn't feel so good and couldn't sleep because of the pain and twinges and twitches, so today I'm in pain all over and feel like I've been living in a skip for the past week.

I have to stay active or I'll crack up and if that means I get a few sleepless nights then so be it. I want to be able to spend a few hours with my guitar and a bunch of friends and play some music and the only way I can do that is by getting some way fit. I'm sure it'll all be worth it in the end, if not at least I'll have lost a little weight.