BREAKING -- I have another week at The Hermitage, a cottage on Lake Lemon.
For this I thank my benefactor, a person whom I believe has one of the biggest hearts in Monroe County. His patience, calmness and kindness are incredible. And I thank him publicly.
I don't like complaining. I think it is among the most useless of tasks, although I understand the psychological benefits of letting off steam.
Today, at lunch I tried to choke my way through a small bowl of spaghetti. But my appetite has gone to hell and I'm largely subsisting on cheese and crackers. I don't pick up meal at Community Kitchen anymore because I couldn't eat all the food. And I hate to waste.
I've now started waking up to dizzy spells, something disconcerting as a I sleep in a loft.
I watched as people in a newspaper interview a couple weeks ago looked at the tremors in my left hand, something that started in the last month.
My body aches from head to toe, all day long.
I'm not a doctor nor have I ever played one on TV but I ascribe it to being a big, fat ball of anxiety.
Nearly seven months of not knowing what's next have taken a toll. I can't imagine what it's like for those who have less than me. I saw three guys on a bench at Seminary Park taking slugs from a handle of rotgut vodka last week. I thought, "Do what you have to do man -- do what you have to do."
Peace and coping unto all of you my brothers and sisters.