Recovery Is A Bitch!

Recovering from a traumatic injury is no day in the park. It's like a million days compounded by 3 trillion days of pain and suffering, although it has only been 2 years. Where every day is lived saying the next is going to be better.

Sometimes I feel like old Humpty... and all the kings men couldn't put Humpty Dumpty back together again. So what exactly was all that about anyway - Humpty Dumpty? Have you ever wondered what half of those nursery rhymes actually mean? Ring Around The Posies was about the plague, god only knows what the others were in reference to.

Anyway, I am thankful for the good days. They are finally becoming more than the bad. I see so much suffering and disease in my line of work, I am thankful I have not been dealt worse. In 2003, I opted not to make a New Year's Resolution, as they seem to be a part of stressful mundaneness. Instead, come day break on that first sun filled morning, I took up pen and paper... a poem. The following year for Christmas, I took that poem and nicely printed it on matted paper. A gift to all my friends and family. And now to those who read.

Thank You.
Nobody sees the beauty,
Can love, and enjoy happiness.
We have been bestowed with more,
Including this.
Yet no one takes it for granted.
Except those lucky ones who know.
And those who know you.
Thank You.
We're all blessed, you know.
Just open your eyes,
Take in the cool breeze,
And you shall see...
That you are blessed
By thee.
Lucky.
Lucky you are,
When you've found all that I speak of.
For now your know,
One of the many few.
Spoken by two words,
Not normally heard,
Thank you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2hOWSI2hJg
(Hodet Over Vannet - Morten Abel)