Spring Waxing Seed Moon
For the first time since last Thursday, I feel like working out. When I tried before, each step on the treadmill transmitted up to and resonated in my jaw. I no longer look like a chipmunk although I can tell the infection is still there, though now it is like a folded section of cloth about 8 inches long as opposed to the walnuts in the cheek look of before.
The pain has throttled way back, too. I hadn’t popped any Alleve today at all until about a half an hour ago, but I decided that before I went back on the treadmill I wanted a little cushion.
All this is because we went after the infection in the first place so this was the hard part of getting to a healthier state. I look forward to that moment, though I’ve appreciated the intimacy with my bodies defenses that I’ve had over the last four days. When my body and the penicillin worked hard on the infected bone, it took my attention away from the outer world. I got sleepy and in fact slept a lot. My energy level was low so I laid around, not exerting myself much. It’s good to know my bodies still enough punch to fight back hard. Even if it means some discomfort.
My thinking has been a little fuzzy too so if there’s anything strange in the last few posts chalk up to distraction by infection.
The legislature will go away on Easter break and will come back needing a resurrection. They won’t get one. The budget deficit will not go away and all the federal stimulus dollars don’t patch the holes in our revenue stream versus our expenses. Something has to be done and the legislature and the governor are the ones we elected to do it.
The outlook for significant environmental legislation has gotten mushed up in all this fiscal dithering, but I think we’ll still see some important bills: green jobs, sensible communities, maybe something on clean cars and atv’s. It ain’t over till its over and that date is in May, not April.