Yes I Am
Saturday. To breakfast, eat breakfast, back from breakfast. A good reasonably uninterrupted night's sleep. The blood pressure low, even though I've now stopped taking one of the two pills they give me to regulate it for the last week; still tired, but less. The body, evidently, is still working full tilt putting itself back together, lots of energy being expended somewhere here inside. Where does that leave me now? Further along, but not there yet? I suspect.
Sunday. I keep saying this and it would be nice if it were true: We are now getting back to some sense of normal. I'll talk to the doctor about the low blood pressure tomorrow, see if something can't be done. I doesn't seem right that it would go on this long. The symptoms I'm experiencing now are primarily the low blood pressure - a light headed slightly stoned dizziness - and whatever it is that's knitting me back together. I haven't been up for writing anything and when I do write it's gibberish. Perhaps you've noticed.
Shooting the picture up top was like pulling teeth, not sitting in a chair looking up at the dentist through the Novocain haze pulling teeth, but staring in the mirror with a pair of pliers in my hand pulling teeth (maybe a slight exaggeration). Weird looking fellow with a broom stick shoved up his ass, but I've been thinking about lighting lately and plan to do a series of portraits with some new equipment until I get it right. There are so many things wrong with the picture I can't go anywhere but up. Still, I've now got an entry for the day, a Sunday, twenty-nine days into the month. I'm looking forward to April. Yes I am.
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