Day 12 - Better Late Than Never

Sorry. My bad. Mea culpa.

How rude of me to leave you hanging. My body has been telling me to do nothing, so nothing I did. And I had promised to write. Shame on me.

But I think I needed the time. This experience has been more physically draining that I thought it would be, and I'm still trying to get my hands around it mentally and emotionally. I feel more like myself this morning, so I thought I'd let you know that.

We arrived home at about 5:00 Saturday afternoon, having taken two days to make the trip. Poor Bobbi had to drive all the way. Since then, I've done NOTHING. And I refuse to feel any guilt. I've spent time with my friend Percodan (whence the name? Nothing about its effects even hint at "perk" - it does sometimes make one feel like some guy named "Dan", though.)

My tremor is greatly improved. I can already write legibly and drink with one hand. I'm excited about my return visit to Mayo April 5 to program the neurostimulator (the part that's in my chest) to optimize the effect.

I plan on hanging out at home today and tomorrow, and retuning to work on Wednesday. but before I do, a few thoughts and observations:

Sometimes, the whole escapade seems surreal and dreamlike. I keep looking around for the runny watches.

It's unfortunately corny that this took place at the beginning of Spring, for it really is a metamorphosis.

If you need something medically serious done, get a referral to The Mayo Clinic.

I value my family and friends more than I can ever hope to express.

Lars is a good man.

I'm ready for a return to normalcy.

I'll publish an update or two in the intervening time before the zapper is programmed, if you're interested. Sort of a progress report.

Thanks for your interest,
Tom