I am, and happy.
Rumors of my death are scarcely exaggerated.
Three weeks ago my best friend Joe once again proved himself by taking me at 6 AM (fortunately he’s an early riser) to the emergency room. I had violent pains in the right side of my chest and back, couldn’t sleep. And, oh yeah, was literally on the verge of suffocating.
First I learned I had diabetes (it was a happy, happy day.) Then I found out I had brutal pneumonia.
Tried hard to do, Was rejected. Got stuff to do, it seems. I learn that nothing seems beyond recovery. Diet and exercise are key to most elements; huge surprise.
To help, I dropped around 50 pounds in the hospital – my wait had ballooned near 270; it’s now 227. An effective plan. It will never be popular.
Got sprung today. Was time. Returned home to find a posse of awesome friends awaiting me – part of a crew who had purged, cleaned, and literally remodeled my house in my absence.
I stand in awe, gratitude, and love. My friends bless and honor me.
As do many who have sent gifts and well-wishes. Thanks so much to all. It helps me heal.
Apologies to those whom I alarmed when I dropped off the face of the Earth. I seriously almost did. My core support here were rightly concerned about my appearing on one of those ComeRobMe websites. So they kept it quiet. I contacted a few people, many way late; I was in little shape to communicate. And unfortunately not all my friends connect to one another.
Adding complications, it took me until last week to find out how to get online at the hospital. Never did get email. So my inboxes groan at the moment.
Not gonna edit this. Wasted and joyous, and also in a bit of pain, which will pass.
Thanks again. I love you all.