I am feeling the heat

Yep. Besides my mother, friends and other relatives have yelled at me for not keeping them up to date on the blog. Okay. Okay. I get the message. I was just figuring that no news was good news, so here goes.

Wednesday I go to the Dermatologist to have my tri-annual full body skin check. Some might like the novelty of being check from head to toe by someone (seems lately it has been someone of the opposite sex) but that has never been the case with me. After 21 years in the army a doctor is just another dogface troop doing their job. The thing that sticks in my mind this time is March 17th two years ago is when I started the interferon. Forty three years ago it was the day my father died. Hopefully, and especially God willing, I will get a clean bill of health and not get cut again. I absolutely hate being cut and stitched. I just hope all the things I am doing to stay healthy keeps my skin healthy too.

Many things that has really changed with the "alternative" medicine. No post nasal drip after years and years of it. Not one phlebitis attack in my leg. Daily regularity. And really surprising is the blood pressure. I usually run about 114/65 with a pulse of 60. A far cry from only a few years ago.

Now to the downside and it is small. The nerve pain and the fluid when I work that builds up. I went to be Saturday night after splitting and loading a truckload of wood Thursday, helping tear out walls and getting lit up cutting some wires at Steve and Stacy's, and then driving for 5 hours on Saturday. I woke up Sunday with a bag of fluid above my elbow. I just didn't shake hands at church, but some of the guys decided to squeeze me from behind. Oops. I feel badly for them as they were embarrassed after the hurt. I'm just glad I am here and they are my friends and able to make the "oops."

One cute thing happened Friday night. After I cut the second live wire and grandma said she didn't want me dead, Josh said, "grandpa, I don't want you to die, who will drive the four wheelers if you die?" I told him I would take the four wheelers with me when I die. He said, "God won't let you take them with you." I asked him who told him that and he just repeated that "God won't let you." The simplicity of a child's mind. We would probably all live a lot longer if we just had that simplicity and belief in God.

So Mom and Lori, happy reading. Both of you get well soon.