65 degrees in late January should be amazing for one's mental health, but not when you're recovering from the plague and can't do anything with it.
I wanted to spend the morning doing yardwork, and then maybe a little mountain biking before work. What I actually did was sit on the front porch and hack and wheeze and get up to fiddle with the truck in ten minute spurts until I was worn out and came inside for a nap. It'll have to do.
That's certainly no fun.
This was me between the Christmas and New Year holidays. Totally effed up my plans to have my brother and his kids come down to hang out in the Swell and shoot some guns off for NYE.65 degrees in late January should be amazing for one's mental health, but not when you're recovering from the plague and can't do anything with it.
I wanted to spend the morning doing yardwork, and then maybe a little mountain biking before work. What I actually did was sit on the front porch and hack and wheeze and get up to fiddle with the truck in ten minute spurts until I was worn out and came inside for a nap. It'll have to do.
So I just got my eyes done, this ICL surgery, and it's a longish healing process evidently but I'm only on day three and I'm not supposed to even bend over to pick stuff up and I have to stay in a dark room and my vision is whacked out and oh my gosh it is affecting my happiness...
I've been pinned down before with all sorts of injuries and even after back surgery when I was stuck on my back for weeks it didn't bother me nearly as much.
I don't know why being forced to be in a dark room and not use my eyes is so strongly affecting me.
Maybe it's a fear thing fear that my eyes won't get better... maybe being blind somewhere deep in my psyche terrifies me?
When I had PRK done in one eye it was astonishing how not being able to see clearly affected me. Once it passed and I was seeing awesome it was definitely the best thing ever, but getting through sucked. Hang in there! It'll be worth it!So I just got my eyes done, this ICL surgery, and it's a longish healing process evidently but I'm only on day three and I'm not supposed to even bend over to pick stuff up and I have to stay in a dark room and my vision is whacked out and oh my gosh it is affecting my happiness...
I've been pinned down before with all sorts of injuries and even after back surgery when I was stuck on my back for weeks it didn't bother me nearly as much.
I don't know why being forced to be in a dark room and not use my eyes is so strongly affecting me.
Maybe it's a fear thing fear that my eyes won't get better... maybe being blind somewhere deep in my psyche terrifies me?
Sorry for your loss man. Thats is tough. My condolences.My heart has been heavy lately learning of the loss of another cousin at age 40. I didn't get much time with Patrick but I'm pretty close with some of his older siblings, he was also one of the family members that loved hot rods, shadowed his father. Unfortunately he was dealt a shitty hand in the mental health department and self medicated his way to the end. I know he's in a better place now and no longer suffering, underneath the mental health and addiction i know he was a good man. We were bonded by blood no doubt, he will be missed.
These things are always a reminder to me to get out and live, I've got a good year coming up and look forward to making memories, spending time with family, friends and even meeting some of you fine folks.
Patrick Price Jr Obituary (1983 - 2024)
Patrick was born on March 6th, 1983 and passed away on January 30th, 2024 at the age of 40mortuary.org
A girl in the neighborhood nearest ours took her life yesterday. 13 years old, it is heartbreaking for the entire school, church, neighborhood and of course most of all the family. What is the best way to support the family after this happens?