Heather is still improving, she is moving around and doing most things on her own without a walker now. She was able to walk across both yards to Momma's place today, and back. We are still trying to get her back on the once a month cancer treatments she responded well to in the hospital.
My social anxiety and PTSD are worse than ever. I'm pretty certain I have a pinched nerve somewhere as my little finger on my right had has been numb for well over a week and a half. The cluster headaches are back and in full force, and the arthritis, tinnitus and fibromyalgia are still going strong. Yay me. Everybody still wants me to see a dr about Parkinsons. I still want sleep and a good old fashioned chicken fried steak. Ain't nobody gettin' what they want. I still can't see worth beans, or make my hands do what I want them to do. It is what it is.
Momma has good days, and bad days. Overall her health seems to be good.
I'd like to not have to bury anybody, myself included, for at least another year. I'm tired of funerals. Then again, I'm just plain tired too...
God Bless.
Richard
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