Precious to whom? I wish I could donate it. Like a heart, or kidneys. Then at least one person would be glad I was around.
Sorry I’m a little slow getting back. Unlike the thread title, I
do feel the pain, and it’s really annoying—and distressing—and I’m
angry at it right now. It’s like I’m getting
old or something, and I’ve
always been young all my life! So, I went for my walk. It hurt, but it helps me limber up a bit. I wanted to go in the bar again, for a pitcher this time—just because of having cheated, of having had a glass of beer earlier. But as I did not, I can be proud of myself.
I have a good doctor helping me at the clinic, and I’m penniless. I haven’t given him a dime, and he’s spent time consulting personally, testing my kidney function, prescribing a steroid to blast away at that inflamed sciatic nerve root, and figuring out how we’re gonna get my blood pressure back down—so I don’t develop renal failure, overwhelming hip & leg & foot pain & numbness, and become
bedbound like my Momma’s hubby was, during the last couple years before he died.
The cessation of physical activity, when you’re tied,
gravid in chair or bed, is a harbinger of death. “Use it or lose it,” they say, as the rocking chair is put away. Gotta long way to go before I get old.
I think you could donate your life to yourself. And Yourself would be glad you donated it to him. He might put a life to good use right about now. And you deserve it. You’re always so
nice to other people here, but so
mean to Yourself. Treat that fella named “Yourself” good—he’s on the 2 Live Crew and dancing. Yourself is one of those people who are glad you’re around. So there’s at least
one.