We Are All a Work in Progress

I go blogging in my sleep. That was a joke that approximately 12 percent of the audience will get as it was a reference to a top ten single from Billy Joel from the mid 90's called "River of Dreams" I wish I had written more this week except that I didn't have anything I was incredibly interested in to blog about and I wasn't feeling that great. Between life anxiety and medical anxiety, I was just full of anxiety this week. And anxiety never makes for a good blog and I've already decided to leave out the gory details of how my "stuff" (stuff is how i will refer to the apparatus's that are around my stomach region) is doing until I write my best selling book called "What to do when Stomach Surgery threatens your whole way of Life" or I could call it "Don't Panic but your stomach looks like a Meat Locker and the Doctor is coming over with a worried look on his Face" I bet that would sell. Probably the highlight of the week w...

No, wishing won't just create a new blog, only writing a new one will. And I hate to report it but im feeling awful again today. I had a rash of days in a row where I felt on top of the world and just thought "well this is it." but today im back to feeling a little miserable. And guys this has to be said I'm getting tired of feeling this way. I just want these bandages to fall off and my wound to be healed and for my ostomy bag to go away and get me back to normal where I will have no idea what I'm doing. That's right If I don't go back to New York which doesn't seem to be in the immediate cards then I really don't know quite what I'm doing. Fortunately I still have a while to figure that out. I know, I know. I should have written a real blog on tuesday or monday when i was feeling great. Just not feeling it sorry. If i had more feedback maybe I would write more. Oh thats terrible why would i say that? Well, time to get back to eating ice cream...

As an avid follower of technology and news, and a proud Verizon Iphone owner with way too much time on his hands, I have read a great number of stories about recent tech products since my near demise. Many of them fall under the same basic premise, to wit: you do or don't need said product, and you should or shouldn't wait until the next iteration of said product. Usually its an apple product being bandied about; the verizon iphone, ipad 2, and Iphone 5 (universal gsm?) have been making the rounds in these discussions. But, and this really should be said more often in articles, if you need or really want a piece of technology and it won't destroy your finances to get it, why shouldn't you get it? For the love of God, I thought that was the American way. Tonight I just read, probably without exaggeration, the 30th piece of this type in the last 2 months and I just got all kinds of fed up. Here is a link to the article should you wish to waste your time on this drivel, an...

I keep having these 2 nagging dreams. In one of them, I've lost the keys to my dad's car, and in the other one my old roommate Super Christian has turned into some sort of zombie like creature. This was the beginning to the blog yesterday when I tried to write it and was interrupted by what could have been 10 thousand different things but I'm pretty sure it was my dad who wanted to yell at me a few times in the car so we could go to the grocery store. So, I definitely can't do that opener anymore. I can't remember that nagging dream, and I'm pretty sure I made up that dream about Super Christian even though he basically was a zombie for the Lord. I used to be on the couch with chunks missing out of it in Astoria trying to sit down to enjoy a game of Super Mario Galaxy and he would walk past me with that same look of resignment on his face wearing slippers on his feet and rubber gloves on his hands which he put out in front of him when he walked kind of like Mr. ...

Today is what I in the Ostomy care/ Wound Sufferers community like to call "not one of my better days". I would describe why but I have a feeling the specifics of anything about my daily life problems are a turn off to my readership. Perhaps I should link you to pen and ink drawings offsite? I think I'll elucidate a little bit and say that things have really been flowing today. Too Vague? Should I have said that I'm really in the stream of things? No? I also want to stress that I'm sure this is in no way related to the extremely authentic Mexican restaurant me and my Dad went to for lunch today because of their advertised 3.99 lunch special which included an out of service toilet, Telemundo and a poor Hispanic family with 3 kids and an overweight mother. PS. I'm now the mayor of this place on Foursquare. Well regardless Ive been in mild pain and discomfort for most of the day and it has also made me a bit tired, so tired in fact that I haven't even been ...

Ever since my accident (and yes it was an accident, it wasn't a happening, or an instance, or a happenstance, or an unfortunate circumstance, or even a series of unfortunate events) people are always asking me "So Like How are you Doing?" And I try not to be glib and say something like "Well you know pretty good, I'm standing here and talking to you right, how bad could I be? No one would know how to handle it if I was glib or semi-serious about dealing with my near death circumstances even though that's how I usually am about everything. In other words, if I seem to be joking or only half serious to you, then I am probably doing fine. It reminds me of an old Seinfeld routine where he was explaining how men think to women, he was like "Go Ahead. Guess what I'm thinking about right now." "Nothing" To wit, what am I worried about right now? Nothing I do kinda feel like I'm in purgatory right now though. At this moment, I really could...

Guys I just feel like its getting too heavy out there and I'm not just saying that because of that superhero behind me. It's the way Im feeling and I wanted to tell you guys that. Ive been encouraged all day and all week and I wanted to express that adequately in my blog but all of a sudden my left arm is getting sore and my back is complaining to me and im growing tired and i need to change my bandages. Ouch! PS the picture above is me and a charismatic young man nicknamed " C-Lite " Im telling you guys. I so want to rip into the truth right now and let it flow out of my fingers but I just cant do it yet. I still can't focus like I want to and really get on it and write something to move people, to change them, to inspire them like I feel right now. I feel like every day I'm alive is a gift and looking at life's little challenges as anything but compared to certain death creates quite the confusing sentence and illustrates the jumble that is my physical ...