One ring to bind them

Or you know, two. Two’s better. Haven’t done two in a long time. Failing fingers. Bony, failing fingers…

See, there’s a scene in Breaking Bad near the end of season five when Walt’s wedding ring just slides off his finger and hits the floor. We don’t even see it happening at first. All we hear is the pinging sound of metal. It’s a sign of how much is body has been eaten away by the chemo. And something that happened to me a couple months ago. I was in the shower for my scene, with my wife helping me wash when we heard that same pinging sound. We looked down and bang, there it was my rilying on the bathroom floor. My ring. As I said, my failing bony fingers. Yeah, it was a scary sad moment. Last night was pretty much the opposite of that.

Last night, my wife was going through things in a pouch of hers, rings included. They weren’t our rings, but they made me think of them. My wife asked if I wanted to give it a try now. A return match. I said I did and it fit. It still does. In fact I’m now wearing it on my left finger all proper like and not cheating with my thicker right. So I’m getting bigger. This is…

It’s kind of everything. Get bigger, return that weight I had been shedding in the process of my skeletization. Get healthier. Okay so I didn’t exercise yesterday. Didn’t walk, forgot the bike. I am resting even more this week, figure it’s the only thing I can do to help my infection level I talked about before. I mean I don’t know if it really will help, but I figure it’s safer than over taxing myself and sleep is when your body heals, right?

Still need to exercise today.

Also last night, choco-mint ice-cream in a wrapped cone. My wife was sort of crying to see me eat it. I think she was happy to see me eating more normally, and I guess devouring a desert is pretty much me at full normal. Not really full normal really but it was enough to remind her. And it was also after about twelve pieces of sushi so I think I was doing pretty well. Yay, sushi. Yay, ice cream.