On getting better

I can still feel the bones of my shoulders in quite a defined way. It’s a reminder that despite the thickness of fingers and such I still have a long ways to go. Well, if I didn’t I’d probably have a heart attack by now, gaining that much weight in two weeks. It’s only been two weeks, so I imagine I’ll have to deal with these skinny shoulder blades for some time to come. It’s not bad, since I’ve already gotten my first palpable sign I’m getting better. Maybe I should say it's a sign that my appetite really has improved, or that it's paying off. I'll take any of them really. 

So it appears I am in the process of reversing things, from taste to wedding rings. My wife might be getting better too, though I think it is still too early to tell. One thing seems to be sure, her skin problem isn’t a steroid allergy as she would’ve already gotten worse with the roided face creams and such she applies every morning and night. Just wish I could get her to sleep more. You know, to recover (like you? big man, big man). I mean most nights when she has a chance to sleep she’ll take out her computer and go through her email, check the shopping sites and generally noodle around with it for a half an hour or so. I know it’s how she relaxes and winds down, so like, this is a thing that has to be. Still, on some days when she really needs her sleep, I wish she would get it. Oh well, won’t wake her to 12:00. She should still get a good morning's sleep. 

And then after her trip to gomi-yama, trash mountain—where we deposit, or she does, the bales of trash accumulated over the week—we head over to Aeon. My first trip outside since Friday, my first time downstairs too. Yow. Recovery man, it's called recovery. How do you think I’ve gotten this far? This weekend was just an extreme version of taking it slow.