This seems as good a day as any to resurrect my blog. When you write a public blog, journaling your personal life, it’s a a bit dicey, the most interesting stuff is the most private. There’s been a lot going on in my life that I’m not interested in sharing with the world, or even the few people who ever read this.

I guess the big news is that tomorrow I’m getting a new knee. I’ve been walking pretty much one legged for several years now, dragging my non-bending right leg along with every step. It really doesn’t hurt that much but if you watched me walk you’d think I was in pain. One reason it doesn’t hurt is that I’ve become so sedentary that I don’t put much stress on it anymore. I almost wish it did hurt more, so I would feel better about having the surgery. I’m having a little buyers remorse today. I can’t help thinking about the fact that if this doesn’t work, there’s no going back. Plus, I’m feeling a little disloyal to my knee. It’s been a good knee, we’ve had an abusive relationship, but on the whole it’s been a pretty decent body part. And now I’m giving up on it, replacing it with a new fangled contraption of titanium and teflon, or whatever they make these things out of. I feel like I’m being disloyal.

Another thing that’s bothering me is that in the past I have not been a very good patient when it comes to doing my rehab. That’s probably one of the reasons my knees are in such bad shape. After a basketball misshap, I’d pretty much ignore the exercises that I was given and then return to playing way to soon. It seems like I’d just get to one hundred percent when I’d tear up a knee again. I really don’t have much cartiledge left. But this time around, I think it’s work hard at rehab or be a cripple, so I hope I can shake off my old lazy ways. I’m a little nervous about conquering my sloth.

On the mental health front, I’ve been very good lately. I guess it’s the right mix of medications. I’m not nearly as restless as I usually am, I can concentrate at work and am getting so much more done than ever before. I think I used to waste three hours a day in five second intervals. I can get through the most boring paperwork tasks that I have without going completely nuts or simply not being able to start them. I don’t hate my job, and am taking it one hour at a time instead of thinking about “just two more years and I can retire.” In fact, we came out money ahead at the end of the year (not counting the debt we’ve taken on for the girl’s college) and for some reason that made me think that the job is OK. It gives me the feeling I’m getting something out of my efforts, other than just keeping the wolf away from the door.

The down side of this is that I don’t get obsessed anymore. You say “That’s a downside?” Well it is a blessing in the sense that I’m not drifting away from what I’m supposed to be doing to day dream about the obsession dejure, but on the other hand, my obsessiveness has been part and parcel of my creative drive over the years. This blog, my artwork, the guitar, basketball all those fun things that I’ve pretty much taught myself over the years. And right now none of those things seem worth doing. I have a hard time doing much more than my job, the house chores and read a book. But I guess I just have to let that situation play out.

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